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For the sake of Scale and the frogs he wants to eat, Love calms appreciably and stays by his side. "Well, I'm Love. And this is Scale. It's really Love is a Labor and Lizardskin, but these are easier." And her brother is too likely to bite Frenzy's head off for asking. She feels that this is wiser.

"Love is a Labor and Lizardskin," she repeats under her breath, and nods. She meets few kimeti worth remembering, but a debt owed is something to keep in mind.

She follows Scale, with only the slightest rustling as she steps. It's quiet enough to be drowned out by the chorus of frogs, and she watches through the darkness. When a frog comes too close, she snaps her head to the right and strikes, killing it with a neat bite to the neck and depositing it near Scale.

Jaws finally drops away from her shoulders, vanishing into the darkness to hunt on his own. Frog bodies drop from the branches as he climbs. "Mmm," she murmurs distractedly, watching little flickers of movement in the gloom.

Things begin to happen; it begins raining frogs, Lizardskin finds himself becoming more and more aware that Frenzy is hunting for him, as if he is incapable, and Love has begun to hang back, likely waiting to be given a frog herself. Sometimes, and Lizardskin has never told her this, Love is a labor.

He will stop from hunting frogs [or picking up the ones Frenzy or Jaws have killed, or even Seethe], and pick one up in his mouth. It gives a feeble kick in protest before it stills, and he drops it carefully between Love's hooves, to make sure that she eats. She must; she is already too thin.

Love nudges under his chin, a silent sort of thank you before she digs into the dropped frog. She knows she's a pain in the a**, at least sometimes, but she loves him, and she knows he loves her, and for some reason, that's about all she needs. Once invited to take part though, Love has no problem finishing her first frog and neatly nicking another from the growing pile.

She would never say it to Scale's face, but he's kind of been outdone. It makes her melancholy. Frenzy seems like a good matchfor him.

There are more than enough frogs for Love and Scale -- and by the time Jaws falls from a branch to twine about her shoulders, he's fat from all the frogs he's eaten. Frenzy eats the last one she catches, flicking her head back and swallowing it.

The idea of outdoing Scale had never crossed her mind. She takes another two from the pile, to take the edge off the hunger roaring in her gut, and leaves the rest. "It's the least I could do," she answers, with a swish of her tail, and she turns in place, figuring out the direction she'd been heading in, before fish and frogs sent her astray. "Have either of you been south, to the coast?"

The frog that Love drops in between his hooves is the only thing that keeps Lizardskin from melting into the sawgrass and disappearing. He picks it up and eats it in a few crunchy bites, swallowing as Frenzy poses an interesting question. It's interesting enough to make him forget his current thoughts on the matter [and on Frenzy herself] and tilt his head. "What lies near the coast? We have never been."

Sand and deep water? Love decides, all at once, that she's not that interested in going there after all. Scale can probably guess; there's nothing to build with in sand, and Love is interested in building. Always. It's just not enough yet. Maybe if there had been rocks. Or mountains. She nabs a frog from the pile, setting it between her hooves to crunch it down in a few hungry bites. Now that she's begun eating, she's surprised at how hungry she is.

"Which way are you going?" It's always good to know directions.