Felltree Marsh Hell is truth, seen too late.

He thought she was quite a ways away from him, but then she crept closer and Revui realized it wasn't just distance that made her small, but genetics. The woman had the deep amber coat of a fox and nearly the size to match, which surprised him a little bit, but he made no comment and would likely never reflect upon this aspect of the stranger ever again.

Her query made the corners of his lips twitch and he smirked a thin expression of pride her way, then elucidated in the monotonous manner of his: A giant white bear.

Revui didn't have the energy to explain himself beyond that, nor the words, so even if he was in the habit of talking up a storm he'd hold back the story for another time. With a lurch he began to plot a course off of the mound of somewhat-stable mud and cross closer to where she was standing, although his hefty body sank a little bit in to the mire again as a byproduct - she was likely too small and light to cause much mess out of the marsh, which made her lucky. He stopped along a new ledge and turned his eyes to watch her, curious as to why she'd linger despite his surly mannerisms, and asked plainly, D'you need help fighting something?