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Big, puffy clouds scuttled across the navy blue sky, allowing the glow of the moon to shine through only occasionally. It was quite dark, but there was just enough light for Rais' beady eyes to catch, two glowing orange points in the dark. He ambled along the edge of the marsh, careful to walk far enough on the edge so that his feet wouldn't get wet and mucky. His ears twitched at the croaks of frogs calling out from the water. He had come from the strange shimmering lake to the south, drawn towards the bog by the noisy rumblings of the amphibians. He wasn't tired, after all, what wolf would be with the night so young? Curious and alert, the yearling would see what this swamp had to offer.
The ground was damp and spongy against his paws, and he scanned the ground in front of him as he walked. Suddenly, a splash and a splat was heard from the water, and Rais jerked his head towards the sound. Sitting there in the tall reeds just at the edge of the swamp, and just a few feet from Rais, was a big, fat, lumpy bullfrog. "Ha! What are you doing out here, little friend?" Rais laughed at the tiny creature. The frog croaked, its throat pulsing with the sound, then it hopped again, a little bit closer.
"Don't you know what I am? You should get back in there before something eats you," he grinned down at the amphibian, then pointed his nose towards the water. Of course, it couldn't understand him. What a silly little thing. Rais moved closer to the frog and lowered his nose so that it was just inches away. Glinting orange eyes met buggy green ones. This frog was unshakable, apparently. The frog simply sat and stared right back at the boy, its throat palpitating all the while.
Big, puffy clouds scuttled across the navy blue sky, allowing the glow of the moon to shine through only occasionally. It was quite dark, but there was just enough light for Rais' beady eyes to catch, two glowing orange points in the dark. He ambled along the edge of the marsh, careful to walk far enough on the edge so that his feet wouldn't get wet and mucky. His ears twitched at the croaks of frogs calling out from the water. He had come from the strange shimmering lake to the south, drawn towards the bog by the noisy rumblings of the amphibians. He wasn't tired, after all, what wolf would be with the night so young? Curious and alert, the yearling would see what this swamp had to offer.
The ground was damp and spongy against his paws, and he scanned the ground in front of him as he walked. Suddenly, a splash and a splat was heard from the water, and Rais jerked his head towards the sound. Sitting there in the tall reeds just at the edge of the swamp, and just a few feet from Rais, was a big, fat, lumpy bullfrog. "Ha! What are you doing out here, little friend?" Rais laughed at the tiny creature. The frog croaked, its throat pulsing with the sound, then it hopped again, a little bit closer.
"Don't you know what I am? You should get back in there before something eats you," he grinned down at the amphibian, then pointed his nose towards the water. Of course, it couldn't understand him. What a silly little thing. Rais moved closer to the frog and lowered his nose so that it was just inches away. Glinting orange eyes met buggy green ones. This frog was unshakable, apparently. The frog simply sat and stared right back at the boy, its throat palpitating all the while.