The deepest, darkest parts of the swamp were perfect for young All The Way Through. He enjoyed the glide of the water around his fur, the slick of silky mud under his hooves and over his legs, the way the algae blended perfectly with the shade of his coat. He was hunting frogs, a favorite pastime of his. The little bones were beautifully crunchy.
His eyes were pricked for sounds, eyes alert for more than frogs, just in case. Not everyone in this territory was entirely friendly.