Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

he grinned at the wolf's indignant protests, feeling some sort of impish glee at continuing to tease them. nothing entirely malicious, for benry wasn't a malicious individual, just playful. oh, man, once, i....i saw a snake eat, eat a frog, he said.

'aven't tried, he said. he looked down at the frog again, mimicking a croaking sound. you dare me? he looked to the wolf, a playful gleam in his eye.