
All at Once had been walking deeper into the Swamp. It had been little over two days since he’d left the Plains and bumped into the red buck and his rox. The incessant buzz inside him had ebbed by it still drove him ever forward, as always.
He spent hours weaving around clusters of thick mangrove trees, through shallow waters and over soft marsh until he happened upon a well beaten path. After a brief analysis of his surrounds grinned. If he was right, he knew where this led! Trotting onwards he thought to himself: Where better to visit first than the Ghost Thistle's mound?
He wasn’t entirely sure how far off he was, despite having visited before, but it was surely a fair travel yet.
Not that that ever bothered him.
Lural
Ha! I was about to post this up right as I got your PM! Hope this works? cx