Frogspawn Swamp The Stars Are A Mired Swamp

She wasn’t particularly but somehow she didn’t think that would stop the stranger. Besides, the way he took her joking so easily in stride had her warming up (ever so slightly) to him. He might be exhausting but at least he had a sense of humor about it. And he didn’t get pissy about her not bothering to answer his questions.

Not sure anything is going to sit there and let you catch it while you tell it - nevermind. Fennec cut off, amused, as he tossed something in front of her. Proven wrong immediately. Whatever this was must be stupider than a frog, or at least less able to disappear in an instant.

What is it? It’s… shit. Fennec had gone in to sniff at it, not realizing it had pinchers. This gave it the opportunity to latch onto her upper lip and dangle there while she reared back in surprise. Rambles, the fuck is on my face!?