Splat! [Bog]

Áskell paused in his movement as he spied something moving in the water below him. He hesitated for a moment but soon realized it was just a branch and not one of the giant reptiles that could eat wolves. Once he was sure he continued on his way, picking paths across the roots and admiring the faint glow that seemed to envelope the mangroves. Áskell slowed as he heard sounds of movement. He turned to see a handsome yearling with a most unusually colored pelt. Err… maybe? He wasn't quite sure in the low, glowing lights if the greenish hues on the boy's pelt were indeed their natural color or if it was moss growing on him.

"Hey, yea this is a weird sort of place isn't it? Do you know what makes everything glow like this?"