Cricket Creek Bog noms away

It coo!

Not only was Whimsy indeed a whimsical young lady, she also appeared somewhat absent-minded. Toad continued speaking while the young wolf poked at puddles and seemed to ponder things far beyond where the two wolves were. Clearly, she was a free spirit. When she mentioned the bees, Toad chortled a most unlady-like noise, quickly covering her face with a wrist to avoid drooling everywhere. Bees.. She laughed, struggling to maintain normal breath.

As for potential places to stay, Toad was a bit at a loss. She felt as though she didn't belong here, but also didn't think that leaving to head home was the right move. She paused, hmm, thinking about the question. I don't know, to be honest. I did meet a very pleasant woman from a place called Moonspear, just there, here Toad gestured with her nose over to the mountain, which from their angle was blocked by an impassable set of peaks just before it. I've been considering heading there. I don't like being on my own, she said, offering a faint, but sad, smile to the little wolf.