Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

Where was his swamp?

Speckletooth visibly froze up, the cogs in his head turning. I don't know! He confirmed after a moment. I can't go back until I get to be a real good hunter though. My pa' turned me out. His father hadn't actually said he could come back ever, but Speckletooth had made the choice to remain optimistic.

I think I'm gon' head west though, keep moving y'know? There was still plenty of the wilds to see, after all. Speckletooth didn't want to miss any of it!

It was nice to meet you, Ms. Ishara.