Cricket Creek Bog If you could fly then you’d feel south

@Wren

He’s on his way back from the forest directly west of this beautiful type of wetlands. The water is shallow and just about as crystal clear as one could ask for in a bog. The ground that is moderately dry and sits above water level is soft to the touch of his canyon roughened paws. The moss is a pleasant feeling on his sore feet from his intense run he took only a few a hours ago. Yet, it’s still a swamp for lack of a better term and no matter how tasty the water is the mud he steps in occasionally grinds his gears. Especially when he feels his toes wiggle horribly into the wet, gooey substance. 

All he does is give a sneer and carry on, moving over the rest of the mud and onto a dryer bank of mossy ground. The Grandmaster swipes his meaty paws through the water to cleanse himself then rubs them on the soft carpet like substance below him. 

This is a nice spot to take a rest. He thinks absentmindedly and he’s drops his body into a lion-like position. He truly looks like great maned lion lounging in the sun on a nice hot day.