Frogspawn Swamp anung un rama

Vein loved traipsing through the swamp, unconcerned for how filthy his white coat got. He found that bullfrogs given enough time to get use to his presence began to foolishly forget to fear him. His favourite kind of hunting trick; have the prey come to him. He snapped up and swallowed 1 bullfrog then 2 then 4 then 8 as he waded slowly, belly deep through the swamp. He lost count of how many he ate but it was somewhere in the number of lots and lots.

Eventually gave up on the unworthy creatures, though his last prey, sat live carefully cradled in his maw as he wanted to bring it back to his wife as fresh as possible. The over large white brute climbed up to higher ground still paying no mind for the dampness that squished through his paws.

He hummed along with the sound of the bugs looking for a tune to make in harmony with natures song as he began his journey back toward hideaway strath. When his eyes fell upon a stranger and a welcoming smile lit his face. He was about to speak but then remembered the cowering frog in his maw sitting terrified in a cage of teeth.


He lowered his head and spit the large frog out on it's back, then very gently rested his paw on it's belly pinning the creature there alive and well. It's legs flailing now and again in a futile attempt to right itself. With his captive for the moment subdued he spoke his deep rich tones "Hello, My friend I'm Vein, what brings you to this lovely swamp?"