Honeyed Pasture but I didn't really care

He tilted his head somewhat. "They are also called amphibians" Holland drawled the word out slowly for the woman. "a type of creature that needs constant moisture to survive" He wasn't surprised to see frogs out and about in the winter. They were hardy little beasts. "newts and salamanders... toads, too." He drew in a breath, not wishing to overwhelm the other wolf.

So he paused before continuing. "They breathe water through their skin" Holland leaned down, pressing his nose against a rather fat frog who struggled to get away. The press was brief, the man feeling air from the frog's skin under his nose. When he recoiled, the frog hopped away. This woman... She had a healthy curiosity, it would seem. Not many wolves were curious about frogs.

"I am not from here either" he added, focusing upon the woman again.