Moonspear Child of Dust

Antares couldn't argue there. After the rains, but before the snow. He sincerely hoped the rains would cease well before that, and fought against the glowering look to the heavy gray skies he almost lifted. Instead: Agreed, he confirmed, and stowed the notion for later; something to pass by his brothers to get them on the idea, and perhaps his father too--to give their hunt an experienced edge, possibly. Hopefully the rain won't go too much longer, he mentioned, though he had no idea what to expect.

As he listened on, he was caught up by the title of.. a something. Given, he didn't spend a lot of time around swampy places considering the heights of his home, and this was the first time he had known such considerable rainfall as well. He at least knew what a swamp was but that was as far as it went. Alright my turn--what is a swamp donkey? he asked with a head-tilted look, never before faced with the term, let alone applied to something swamp-dwelling to hunt--presumably, given the train of the conversation anyway.