Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

the wolf seemed to babble, worst than he had. they seemed...nervous? was that right to say? he really couldn't tell with wolves. he spent most of his time trying to process their words quickly enough to be aware of how the conversation was going.

a frog let out a loud crrroak beside him. benry turned his head to the noise, smirking at the little creature when he saw its form in the mud. oh sup man, had it heard them? did it know that they were talking about it?

he was going to say something when the wolf's stomach let out a uproarious growl. he couldn't help it. he laughed. it was boisterous and somewhat manic, but that was just how his laugh was.