the hag of the swamp

The merle boy, now man would quickly scurry along with her, trying to keep up as she darts this way and that. He should have known that she'd pick a place with a swamp, she always seemed to want to go in the most revolting places she could think of. Not very ladylike, hmm? Novaro didn't really care, infact he loved going in the swamps, though no where near as much as she did. He would waste no time in putting his large paws into the squelch, groomed pelt getting dirty and merle fur turning more brown. A grin would play upon his lips, lifting a forepaw, swiping it against his cheeks as though he where in a tribe or heading out to war. " Is this our place to rule!?" His laughter would fill the silence that the swamp would bring. He would jump about, sinking and sinking further within the muck. He was atleast at his shoulders until stopping. " Deee!!! Dee!! i think im stuck! Save me!" Whether he was stuck he did not know, but it felt like his movements where limited. He should probably be acting more manly and brave towards the women. Ah, well.