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

Fate had taken him further and further until at last, he gave up the chase for retribution. It did not feel right to let his anger fade, but there was no controlling it. Like a fire which had burned through all of its fuel, Asa's anger stagnated and faded until he was a bitter husk of a man with no direction. So he did what came naturally: he turned around. His path took him back to the start again, and when the familiar rise of mountains and the tell-tale scent of the swamp hit him, he knew he recognized where he'd ended up.

It helped when he spotted the firebrand boy, too. The same boy who had escorted him the first go-around; this time he was larger, having matured in to his body somewhat in the months since Asa's visit, and he seemed involved in tracking something. The only scents that Asa could discern from all the pine (and nasty sulfur-rich silt) was more wolf, which didn't answer any of his internalized questions.

The broad man swaggered closer, making sure to keep his posture neutral as he got nearer, then his voice boomed: Aye! Boy! Unfortunately, Asa had forgotten his name.