The world's in flames, but I’m feeling fine.

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.