Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

At least not for frogs, Brou elaborated quickly in still-low and somewhat grumpy tones as soon as her brain could catch up after being thrown by her tummy's rumblings, although she was beginning to suspect the jig was well and truly up. Or, uh, ribbit... boys. Or... whatever weird shit it was this kitty was calling things? It occurred now to Brouhaha to wonder if maybe he'd just recently eaten some really weird mushrooms, or... something. It's not funny! she added a bit indignantly, not even certain how much of her words the cat was hearing over its own snide cacklings. And then, after a moment more: ...uh, yeah, I'd have to be real desperate to eat those.

Her voice was definitely beginning to lose some of its artificially low tones as she first gave her head a little shake to dislodge some of the water and then cocked her head curiously at the cougar. You're not a big fan of eating... uh...ribbit-boys... are you? Her muzzle wrinkled up slightly and she regarded the feline with growing dubiousness. She was quickly forgetting to be at all afraid of it, but she still wasn't certain she entirely approved of this critter. Especially if it secretly had, like, frog-breath if she'd get a little closer and get a really good whiff. Brou's nose crickled up further at the thought. Definite euw.