Fishblight Mire Let's go muddin'

Lokie had been absent from the Teekon Wilds for some time now, long enough that Lokie couldn't really remember when he was here last. It hadn't been cold, so it must have been last summer, maybe late summer. He, of course, though, remembered Connor. His best friend was the real reason he had even come back. He hadn't made any other real friendships, though he and Connor did pledge to join that one pack. Did they ever get settled? He knew he was headed West, so eventually he should hit the shore, and then he could find the island where he had left Connor and the pack. 

For right now, though, his nose was taking him deeper into the muddy march on the East side of Teekon Wilds. The smells were so strong, and he couldn't help but follow them. There was the strong scent of fish, but there was something else that his gut told him wasn't good. But, Lokie rarely listened to his gut. He was way too excited to find out what was inside this marshy area. The further he went, the deeper his legs went into the mud. It was getting harder to pull his legs from the ground, but he kept on until he finally reached pure water. The smell wasn't any better, but he could see the plentiful fish swimming around, and his stomach growled. 

A little while later, Lokie rested on the shore of the lake, after he had found a dry spot. His stomach was full and now he could relax for a bit before continuing on the trek.