Felltree Marsh Don't Be a Stick in The Mud!

”Some, yeah. Others didn’t have tongues. I’m sure some would try, but they were probably in pain, so they couldn’t do anything but wail.” 

He might be making it a bit too morbid now, but it was taking his mind off of the mosquitos that flocked to his face. 

”I’d say we best be out of here before sundown. They could be watchin’ us now, just waiting for the dark. Unless you’d want to join them. Yer lookin’ for a pack right?”