Frogspawn Swamp in the quiet of the night

Once Vasa came into view Weejay forgot about foraging for new plants; this stranger seemed alright, but the constant ruckus of the frogs, and the general sliminess of the area, had Weejay on edge.

I'm okay, Weejay answered dutifully, shifting from one sodden foot to the next. She didn't like how much give the ground had, and when she stood for too long she could feel herself sinking. Can we get out of here? I don't like it. Weejay piped up, a nervous edge to her quiet voice.