Cricket Creek Bog noms away

 I've been hoping Whim could meet yo toad gal!! ❤️❤️❤️ 

There was nothing quite like hearing a friendly hello when it was least expected. In fact, Whim's attention had so quickly diverted from her astonishing burp to the sight of half-transformed tadpoles wriggling to-and-fro in a dwindling puddle that when the stranger's word's reached her ears she jumped out of her skin and screeched. A very odd sound for a wolf, but somehow her poor vocal cords managed.

She recovered in the blink of an eye as widened eyes and brow and open mouth returned to a cheerful shape. She matched the other's body language, but it was possible her own tail wagged with slightly more fury. None to shy, she returned the greeting with an almost desperate enthusiasm mixed with relief, "Hiya!" She looked the other up and down with a slightly tilted head and said without hesitation, "Wow, you're so muddy! You look splendid. I want to be blessed by the mud spirits as you have been." 

She looked down at her own legs and her paws were covered but otherwise, she paled in comparison to this mud goddess before her. She had a burning desire to fix that, but miraculously a tiny subconscious view got through to her and reminded her to take care of polite business first."I'm Whimsy, who are you? We could be friends ...if you like."