Having more fun than a mosquito in a blood bank

Wyndelin had tried to take a shortcut through the swamp but this proved to be a mistake. While the temperature had cooled as autumn marched on there will still a number of mosquitos swarming in the swamp, sheltered by trees and humidity. Wyndelin's hind paw lifted up and he scratched at his shoulder where he'd been bitten. He didn't know much about bug repellent but perhaps he ought to conduct a few experiments and see if there was anything that could work.

Wyndelin settled down on a small, mushy island as his magpie companion landed in a nearby tree. He watched as the bird started to preen and he turned to lick at his itchy shoulder, seeking some relief from the bite.