Swiftcurrent Creek pipestone

a bray of mirth greeted the other's words. "ha! yes! born in swamp, raised in swamp, did first war-walk on other swamp people. hm!" and muskrat was flushed with a deep pride that her origins should be so recognizable this far from the green waters.

the warrior grinned between the girl and the frog. "have ... charapa," she hummed, faltering for a moment before she used her claw to dig a roundish shape. "crawl slow? then swim?" she tried, attempting to communicate that there were also turtles in the swamp. "but these ones, my charapa, very big. very fast in water. have sharp, sharp mouth. can bite off wolf paw. must hunt with more than one warrior."

muskrat shrugged. "we eat them during the Inti Raymi. festival to sun."

"and there is yakari. but ... no way to show you. nothing here like it. like a long snake in the water, but have big teeth. legs with sharp claws. swim so fast. not able to see in swamp water. eat us too."