Frogspawn Swamp a grin made for war

*crashes*

Meerkat loved her mother and did not mean to deliberately disobey her. But when she smelled something strange on the wind and it led her beyond the copse's borders, she breached them after a brief hesitation. The trees gave way to grass, which in turn softened into muck. She found herself standing at the edge of a swamp, drinking in all the strange scents but never losing track of the one which had compelled her this far: blood.

-"Hellooo?"- she called into the dingy air, signing along as always before abruptly realizing there was no one around to see the motions; she'd only recently become truly cognizant of the separation of the verbal and sign languages. Meerkat eyed the soupy ground underfoot and bent to sniff it. The odor was extraordinarily pungent, a little like a fart. She grinned and huffed a laugh at the thought, straightening and taking her first step into the marshland with another, "Hellooooo?"