Frogspawn Swamp a grin made for war

@Arcturus! only if you want/have time left it aw just in case. vague-ish due to not being sure how her thread w/opalia will go.

the swamp is thick with sticky humidity that causes the fur at her nape to curl. it smells like decay, and briny algae that clings to the murky water like green goop. praimfaya's scarring nose wrinkles with distaste, frostbound gaze squinting against the thick fog that hangs over the swamp like a curtain refusing to part. she can see vague shadows ahead of her: dead tree sticking out of the swamp waters that slosh in time to the symphony of the chirp of crickets and croaking of frogs. the swamp bottom is thick with sucking mud and praimfaya struggles a bit more than she'd like to admit; far too proud. her wounds are still healing and she has gotten turned around, finding the unfamiliar territory cloaked in fog disorienting.