Noctisardor Bypass the longships

mahler had expected druid to grow tired by now, but she did not. instead the girl inspected the slugs and then, with her snake in tow, asked after what else could be found.
"hmm." the sound was exaggerated as he set a course for them out of dawnleaf, heading north. "i do know of another place, but it is very noisy."
their path emptied into the green field as the trees thinned. mahler indicated the rivulet of water, a tiny trickle which rushed valiantly through a sea of mud. 
small vines twisted along the shallow bank, and among them, small green frogs with a reddish spot upon each of their mouths. they croaked loudly, uncaring that wolves walked so close.
"here they talk about berries, and how to find berries, and how to eat them. look. they have eaten so many that their faces are stained!"
mahler chuckled to himself.