Felltree Marsh If that's what it's all about

When the breeze moved inland and off the ocean, it brought a thick blanket of fog with it. It roamed as a wall of moisture well beyond the Cliffs, trailing through the Tangle and even permeating parts of the Rise in the early hours of morning. Lilia, who had been hunting frogs in the swamp, found herself watching mist drift in until she could no longer see more than fifty metres or so. It certainly didn't make hunting any more difficult- she could prowl through the muck with very little visibility, and still catch the frogs which seemed to have gathered in the thousands to spawn in the shallow waters. 

They weren't terribly tasty, but they took very little energy to catch, and she thought perhaps the kids might enjoy having a regurgitated meal of something that tasted almost like chicken.