Witch's Marsh haunt

The sagging of her belly made traversing the swamp a miserable process for Suzu, who took only a little solace in eating the bakeapples she plucked from low-lying plants along the way. To her brother, she sighed. Dey be not bad, if dey be all orange. De ones wid red be a bit-

A summoning howl caused her to cut her phrase short, and she listened, stiffening as she heard mention of Swordfish’s name. 

She could not spot another wolf nearby- not for the long grasses and not over the smell of the marsh, but if Swordfish was within earshot…

@Etienne, She said, in a whisper, as she continued to gaze about, ‘oever dat be…Dey be lookin’ for Swordfish…