Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

believe it or not, he found relief in the way she erupted. her confirmation all he needed to let his shoulders sag. he had not yet realized the tension that crept along his spine.

he engaged in some sense of half-play as she came at him again. laughed softly as he lifted a paw to push at her shoulder.

no. you got your bogs and frogs. keep them. he encouraged, far more hushed than her own voice had become. don't have to make any deals for them either!

there was something like envy lingering in the back of his throat and gaze. quickly he moved to shuffle at a random patch of tall grass.

as if it was of any true interest.