Splat! [Bog]

Áskell had trouble getting to sleep. He'd been tossing and turning for most of the evening and as dusk rolled around he decided to just get up and explore the mangroves. There were barely any stars in the sky by the time he arrived and it was clear he was traveling on the tail of a rain storm for when he arrived at the mangroves there was water dripping off the leaves and the earth was saturated with moisture.

He leapt onto the nearest roots, his tail waving wildly as he caught his balance. Whew! That was close. He'd almost slipped head first into a thick puddle of mud. Not that he was adverse to getting dirty but if he was going to get covered in muck and mud he'd prefer to do it in pursuit of prey or with a bit more style than just landing with a undignified splat.