Frogspawn Swamp If I'm unclear, can I get out of this thing with me and you

Originally, once he'd pulled himself together, he'd decided to patrol the borders and that was it. But once he caught Fennec's scent, trailing out into the wilderness...He couldn't fight his temptation. Though by this point, he assumed she'd been gone for hours- he felt compelled to follow her trail to at least get a gauge of which direction she'd gone...But he couldn't bring himself to follow her tracks to the northern edge of the swamp, where it seemed her trail led toward the small ridge that hid an alpine lake. He couldn't suffer catching sight of Penn, as he wasn't sure he could stop himself from bullying the smaller wolf into the ground so that he couldn't possibly travel. He frightened himself with that thought. Surely, he wouldn't have that dark of a streak, hiding inside himself...He couldn't. 

So he meandered alongside the river that led through the swamp, noticing the muskrat lodges that lined the slough. Without even pausing for very long, he was able to catch sight of a couple muskrats swimming through the waters, and one on the opposite bank, chewing on something it'd found underwater. He licked his lips; perhaps he could distract himself with a hunt.