I leave the diveen borders this day to explore a little about the woodlands, perhaps even the swampy area. Ive been to a swamp, well ive seen little bits and piece of iromar but the swamp in the woodlands was much cooler. I enter the woodlands and turned off towards the valley way. The terrain begins to turn from solid grass and rocks to a more soft and mushy kind of feel. Large cypress trees grow, little trees cover their branches. A soft fall breeze blows against my obsidian hued pelt and tugs at the hairs. My own ears angle forward as I descend further into the murky swampy part of the woodlands. The water is strange and wait was that just a scaly head that just went down under the water. Oh no im done. I turned and race back out of the waters with the fear of an alligator or crocodile snapping at my own legs. Well now I know that I won’t be going anywhere near swampy areas again. It sure may look beautiful and awe inspiring but I did not like the predators that lurked beneath the surface waiting for their prey to step wrong.

Water droplets flew through the air as I shake my pelt out. Mostly it was my legs and underbelly that had gotten wet. Mud cakes the bottom of my paws and half up my legs. Ugh great this will take forever to clean up. The girl turns and treads back up the bank towards safety. Stomach growls with hunger and mismatched eyes of violet and gold scan the murky area looking for a decent meal to grab before she decided that she had enough of the woodlands and wanted to head home. Drinking from the swampy, murky water was a small fawn. Bad choice of liquid fawn. I crouched down attempting to be quiet. Stalking forward the girl's obsidian form somewhat blends in with the fading light of the day. But unfourtantly the fawn was spooked by something and turned sprinting off. My stomach still growling.