Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

he looked behind him, half in illustration, half in confusion. south. . .sure. that seemed right. all he knew was that the forest was close. the willows, yeah, he confirmed, swinging his head back 'round to stare at her. i didn't see any sign, but. . . he sighed, flicking his wiry tail as an invitation for her to follow him back to the woods.

cam sloshed along slowly until she caught up, giving her a sidelong glance if and when she drew alongside him. why is this place so. . .gross? he asked, making a face. he pulled up one paw and shook it slightly, primly, as if trying to rid himself of filth that would cling no matter what. it's cold, and wet, and smelly. are there other places like this?

if so, cam made a mental note to avoid them. he'd never be a swamp creature, that was for sure. too picky for that.