Broken Antler Fen Don't return to me my love

For once his paws didn't carry him the usual direction, north, to his siren, or east, to...well whatever. 
instead he found a marsh; thick, foul smelling sucking mud and soft wet grasses. The throaty bellows of bullfrogs and hum of mosquitoes. There were a lot of mosquitoes. Curious, he prodded further into the soupy territory, having never explored here before. 
A snake slipped across his path and he froze, uncertain. However it seemed harmless and continued gliding into a nearby pool of stagnant water.