Straw in the Wind

Ulmaria leaned a little closer but not so close as to endanger her nose as she sniffed at it. She recoiled, face contorting in disgust. "It sure smells like a swamp monster, yuck!" She circled around it and the creature shuffled, its neck extending to keep an eye on her. Ulma reached out and slapped the back of its shell swiftly with her paw. The snapping turtle lunged and she shrieked, bouncing back and the laughing. "Wow! It's fast for such a stubby creature." It hissed at them but didn't attack and Ulmaria figured it wasn't a serious threat nor was it a suitable prey creature. She glanced at the brightest spot in the sky that was still veiled in mist. "Hmmm… what do you think? Should we get back to the river?"