Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

colt snorted and hauled himself upright, limping another couple of moments. the reeking fog was like a sticky blanket. "good, follow my perfume," he cackled loudly.
the red eyes searched. he followed the annoyed glint of reno's voice until he thought he saw the other man's shadow. briggs sat again, his body trembling with exertion. 
"this place weren't my first choice. jest where we ended up." he watched the figure in the gloom.