When You're Strange

As the two trudged through the swamp, they continued talking. Dumois nicknamed Ashmedai bluebird and ash shrugged with a lopsided grin. That would work for now. They eventually came to some rocks and Dumois announced that he lived here. Ashmedai didn't bother to hide the slight surprise on his face, "Sounds... fun."

"Sounds messy with nights full of damp, muddy fur," Ashmedai thought.

Dumois jumped up and moved over so that Ashmedai could join him. Ash did and easily leaped atop the rock, glad to have solid ground beneath him. Ash sat and Dumois laid down beside him. A few moments passed in silence.

"So... what is there to do around here?" Ashmedai asked casually.