Otatso Wetlands Frog hunting.

Scarlett looked with a certain fondness of the stranger. He had knowledge about wildlife and to her, as a naturalist, that interested her. She never realized that frogs and toads could be poisonous. She never gotten ill from eating them. "How interesting!," she exclaimed. "What are the lands you are coming from, not the North then?" Scarlett always lived in the north. It was the frogs that kept her alive when she couldn't hunt yet. Those were the little extras that would get her through the day. Now she liked them as a snack.

"Would be interesting, to hallucinate, I mean. For research purposes of course," she chuckled. Scarlett sniffled over the ground and then scraped away some dirt. The red eyed female grabbed the toad and then placed it at the stranger's feet. "Try it. It is rather unusual. Maybe you should take a second one since the first one can be a bit weird." She took few steps back to give the other his space again. "I'm Scarlett, by the way. What is your name?"