Frogspawn Swamp used to shine in the summer

Over the chorus of bugs, there was a sudden noise that demanded his attention. With an irritated what now? expression, Redshank turned, only for his features to crumple into a look of surprise and contempt..and maybe a tiny hint of fear. The gold-draped girl was the last wolf he had expected to see, though he shouldn't have been so shocked. She had agreed to stay with Titmouse on the Plateau after all. So in his mind, she was just as bad as his traitorous friend. Even more so, perhaps, for Redshank hadn't been particularly fond of "sharing" his former buddy with the girl, even after they had turned their back on him.

He stared back at her for a moment, drawing himself up from his slouch while his tail waved in a nonchalant manner.

"Wow, you’re uglier than the last time I saw you," Redshank sneered. Like he could talk. Though it did seem life had been simultaneously both kind and cruel to Niamh. Her legs, though still slim, were taut with muscle, her shoulders broader than they had been before. She also had gained a few scars, however, most notably around her eye, as well as the tooth that stuck out from her lip that gave her an almost disgruntled look. Not so sweet now, are you? He thought venomously.