Otatso Wetlands tragic eyes I can't recognize myself behind

His anticipation was met by the voice of another. He watched as the stranger—who, through the vegetation, he could see was young and limber, most likely more adept at maneuvering through the bog than himself—sought to find him. Though nervous, their estimation as to where he was was close enough. However, the thought of staying hidden or possibly even sneaking up on them, for no other reason than why not? briefly crossed his mind. If he were still in his prime it wouldn't even be a decision. He'd be up to his elbows in trouble, and muck. It would be impossible to go unnoticed walking through it.  

Yeah, He answered in a holler, approaching from afar at a languid, enervated pace. What brings you here?