Living in the swamps wasn't for Zerrin all the time. Swamps tended to be dirty and muddy and just full of unwanted sludge and questionable content that could cake on to his fur at any given moment. Zerrin was still a cub though so the questionable caked content did often happen having siblings and the like of his age. He tended to still try to avoid such dirt as much as possible.
Today the cub set out for exploration on what he assumed his own. He wasn't straying to far from the den but far enough where he was 'edgy' for a cub his age. No matter how prissy a cub was they were still , well, a cub. A curiosity often ensnared even the most level headed or prissy of that age range.
His paw steps were well calculated as he stalked about the marshy terrain keeping his eyes on the ground below and the brush ahead. He was careful and pretty well coordinated for a cub. The icky feeling of sludge was a well enough motivator for the cub. Of course this being the swamps there was almost always the promise of mud beneath his pads. That was okay though. Zerrin had grown used to that.
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Zerrin fell back at an unexpected croak. No, he did not land his rear predictably and comically in to some mud. He luckily lucked out there, but he did get his heart racing. Out of the brush hopped the noisy offender. The green creature boredly looked to the cub and made the offending sound again. Zerrin took a breath.
"Silly frog," He muttered to him self.
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