Twisted Slough the ground beneath us is shaking, the sheep are finally waking

They'd only been by the ocean a short time, but it was still all novelty to Riley. He noticed Masque's mood seemed to briefly improve; maybe all of this discovery was good from them, by keeping thoughts of hunger and worry at bay.

They did not stay long in one area. Riley took comfort in Masque paving the way: they explored an old forest, with marks of flame darkening some of the boughs. The way grew gradually more wet - until at last they were standing on topography that Riley could best call swamp.

A disgusting smell fouled the area. As a wolf, Riley was acquainted with all manner of putrid scents, but this one curled his stomach. Besides him, Masque wretched -- it was all he could do keep ownership over the contents of his own stomach.

Eugh. He wiped at his nose before sampling in a new draught of air. The scent was rather pervasive when he looked to the left. He stepped alongside Masque, sniffing again. What is that?