Felltree Marsh I didn't even realize I returned

Thyme saw the other wolf swiftly and he paused to look. He grimaced at his appearance but knew it wasn't everything. He walked further on the fallen log and decided to make his approach. He seemed open enough to meet, and if not, then Thyme would just be on his way. "Hello," he greeted politely, joining the stranger on the small dry patch. Thyme had one big mud sock on his left front leg. The diluted agouti dipped his head in greeting.

"Could you tell me if it is worth tracking through this marsh? Is it a big stretch of territory?," he asked, perhaps the stranger was more familiar with these lands.