Frogspawn Swamp anung un rama

This stranger was a talkative one. He was reminded of Adrastus and Zane in equal measure; this young man was somewhere between the spectrum of the two. Not as strongly serious and not as antagonistic, so far anyway. Raimo gave him another appraising look in silence.

I was just about to head back to my pack's territory, the man divulged, and the pantherine figure was already turning his attention away from the mess; when the invitation came Raimo was mid-step.

Any particular destination in mind for today? The frog beneath him appeared to have given up its struggle. Still alive but no longer punching the air with much fervor.

The only destination that came to Raimo's mind was Kukutux' mountain. The grimace returned to his face at the thought, as he was already missing Moonglow — and the woman — just as she'd predicted.

Nothing in mind, no. He answered. You and your people... You live well, here in the swamp? Raimo didn't really care for an answer but he figured, with nothing else to do and nowhere to go, it wouldn't hurt to learn this man's story. It would serve as a distraction if nothing else.