It doesn't occur to her that a wolf might not know what a swamp was. It was something like grass and trees to her, it had always been there and needed no explanation as to why, or what. She finds that she doesn't even quite know... how to explain it to him. As if she were asked what color the sky was, and then asked to explain the color blue. It was just blue. "They are night beasts." She decides to answer, addressing his most recent question first. It seemed easiest for her, and led right into her next question. "As it is day, and I have not the slightest idea how to explain to you what a swamp is, why don't I show you?" Her earlier annoyance had subsided, now she was, in her own way, quite curious.

Bryce ignores any potential looks of dubious, intending on the brute to comply with her wishes. Without hesitation she turns herself back around, fearlessly leaving herself vulnerable to the other creature. "The beasts I speak of are bears and cougars, and I suppose you know the odds of a lone wolf against them. Two of us might have better luck." She explains, while starting back towards her swamp. The ground beneath her paws gets softer, the air is damp and musty despite the cold air that came with autumn. It was a relatively warm day, but she still would not dare to step into the swamp waters. Even in the summer they tended to leave a sense of frigidness in ones bones. Fortunately, there was a maze of fallen tree trunks and small patches of land that provided her with a path through the swamp. Though she would not take the stranger on these, a doubtful glance back at him told her his body wasn't mean for tight-rope walking.