foggy smoggy boggy

The click click clicking of Bog's brother's jaws guided him more than the scent that hung in the damp air like dirty laundry - what was laundry. Boggy squelched through the moor less thrilled about counting the plants than his brother was. But he WAS interested in whatever his siblings were doing. Mostly in how he could mess it up. Just a little. For some fun. As a treat.

The still air cloaked him, Atoll's scent only clinging where he had been, not drifting any, so Boggy assumed the same for his scent. He tried to circle around, creeping, tip toeing.

Then bounding forward, aiming to slam into his brother's left side, "Nerd!"