Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

@Eldritch, AW

The swamp would have been more welcoming and travelable if it were still winter, or if it had happened to be later in the season. As it was, the ice was too thin to be safe, already beginning to splinter apart in the middle of the water as the temperatures rose with spring's arrival. Even the muddy shores of the stagnant waters was melting, thick and sucking to her paws as she lifted them from the mire with each step. It was most unpleasant but the night-child had suffered worse than a little mud and persevered, pushing on as if the muck did not bother the pietist in the slightest. Later, though, she would wash the black mud from her feet and ankles with great care.

A strange rock, for there were a few mixed in amongst the imprisoning, tar-like mire, drew her dual-toned gems and attention alike as they moved along. She gave Eldritch a small poke  with her inky nose, gesturing as she moved off towards the dark stone -- which was marked by strange white lines. As she trotted closer, stopping before the solidified chunk of riverstone, the dark girl saw that they were not lines but bones, several skeletons of frogs encased in the stone -- forever on display like an exhibit at the museum. 

"A sign of Sithis," Mati would lilt to the Nightwish when she had seen too. "We are on the right path, yeah."