It was now early in the afternoon, but Fir had been up since the crack of dawn treasure hunting for neat things she could add to her growing hoard.  The yearling had so far managed to find a couple of teeth, what she thought to be a femur bone from something or other, and an odd puff of fur that may or may not have once belonged to Bog. Thinking that perhaps the male might have misplaced it, Fir took the puff into her maw and set off to find her swampy kin.  Fir liked Bog, he'd always been kind enough and never made her feel weird or unwanted.  It made her sad thinking he might be wandering around with a cold bald spot in his coat looking for where he'd set his clump. "'Oooooog" the yearling called out trying not to drop the wad.  It'd been a minute since the pair had last seen each other, she wasn't 100 percent certain where he even hung out these days.  With any luck he hadn't moved around much since before the long night and this would be an easy endeavor.  Worst case she'd just walk around for a few hours screamin' his name."'OOOOOOGGGGG!"

As the seasons turned, the swamp dweller was all too aware of the fact that he was at a great disadvantage. Naked from the neck down, he was more prone to sunburn and catching cold. It was way too much work to cover up in furs every time he went out, so he'd been spending a lot more time at home. Forays out into the world were fewer and further between, since they required a lot more planning to ensure he didn't spend the next week nursing burnt skin. So when he heard the distant echoes of his name being called from somewhere within the swamp, he glanced over at his new opossum friend. Toad stared back with those beady little eyes of his, but didn't move. Bug, on the other hand, had just finished hoovering down a mouse that had wandered too close. It was the giant frog who broke the silence. "You going to answer?" he croaked. "Th' fire's nice and warm. Toad, can ya go get whoever it is and bring 'em over?" he asked with a small frown, glancing back over at the opossum. Finally, the marsupial got the hint and trundled off towards the depths of the mangrove in search of Bog's mysterious caller. Resting on a well worn sheepskin, the amateur healer was working on pounding the oils from some deer nut seeds. He'd heard they were very good for keeping skin from drying out, and it seemed like the best time to try it out. ”Speech” ‘Thought’

"Oh, shit."  the young girl murmured after accidently dropping the clump of fur into a particularly wet and runny puddle of ...mud?  Yeah, mud.. probably.  It could be. "Bog!! Ick, it's all gross now." she sighed, scooping the fur back into her mouth with some hesitation.  Maybe he wouldn't notice. or maybe she could convince him that she found it this way.   By the time Fir lifted her head back up she noticed something friend shaped beckoning her to follow.  Fir never said no to something friend shaped, so she obliged without pause. The creature whom she dubbed 'tiny tappers' led her to a location that seemed vaguely familiar.  This was Bog's place?  Hmm.  For someone who'd lived in the swamps her whole life the yearling really didn't have the place mapped out too well.  She made a mental note that becoming more familiar with her surroundings certainly wouldn't kill her. Trotting into the home and up to the male, Fir placed the disgusting clump a few inches away and took a couple steps back.  "You lost this but don't worry, I found it.... Fan.  Ha he ochonaay."

*Fennish translation: Oh.  You look different.