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xxxxA sharp, nagging caw broke the silence of the swamplands followed by a short growl and a loud snap. A caw returned in protest and suddenly the air returned to the eerie tones of the swamp.

xxxxTrue pawed through the murky water, taking care to mostly keep her feet to the small 'islands' of land pushing through the water. Dead trees lined her path as she took a heavy breath of the swamp air. Rot, wet wood, moss and.. the musk of wet fur? Not sweet enough to be rabbit... she paused her steps, narrowing her eyes as she looked around her. She looked back to the crow perched upon her back, right wing hanging into her dense fur. "Almost-Food can fly, spy what I am smelling," she snickered, her teeth glinting in the sun, "no, useless Almost-Food, I do work you sit and preen. Pretty fool bird," she trailed off as she began to wander towards the new smell on her horizons.

xxxxShe sniffed heartily as she moved through 'her' swamplands. The smell was closer to her home than she cared and she wanted to find out what was it was that smelled so compelling. She stepped closer to where the smell was emanating and stopped so abruptly her corvid companion was thrown forward on her back, causing him to cry out again.

xxxx"What you doing in True swamp?"

xxxxTrue sat in the mud facing the other female. She huffed and rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner, "Can you hear this, Almost-Dinner. Stomps into True swamp and gives True the so-sweet words." she turned to her companion for a moment before turning back to the other wolf.
In a very exaggerated manner True lifted a paw to her chest, "True," then pointing at the ground, "Swammppp," the word drew out for a moment to REALLY make sure the other wolf understood this time.

xxxx"True settle here, in True swamp. What you doing tromping in True mud?" The tone of the other wolf either wasn't comprehended or was just ignored. "False. Almost-dinner, False," she wasn't sure why correcting the name of her bird was of such import to her but she couldn't help but feel irked when others called her pet dinner.

xxxxFalse hopped along True's back, eyeing Amaranth keenly.

"True can help. True grow in these swamp. True know these swamp. Prissy one may like path with less mud?" True approached the other cautiously, "Dinner easier to get with two also."

False eyed the raven on the other's back. "She carries a night sky on her back. Perhaps she's a more competent wolf than you," he croaked into True's neck. True huffed at the crow on her back, "True competence keep you alive, Wrong."

"We stop at True tree first." She turned, her tail swishing before the other's chest and started meandering towards her home, watching for the other.

True led the way to a giant hollowed and rotted tree that had submerged in the thick mud. Down into the wood she plodded as she made her way through her home. There were piles of bone and cloth scraps littered across the floor and mud seeping through cracks in the ancient tree bark that made up the walls.

She deftly stepped over a carcass and reached her neck into a pile of herbs and half dried, half rotting meat and came back out with a black mass in her maw. She flipped it onto the floor and pressed her head into it before she raised her neck to look back at Amaranth, her face now covered with a black and teal skull that matched her fur, "We go now. Ready Prissy one?"

She didn't wait for an answer before brushing past her new companion and heading back onto the raised ground and towards a patch of dried mud and dead grass. "Prissy one, what True call you? If no tell, True call you Prissy one for rest of journey."

"Amaranth too long. Ama. True call you Ama." She left the patch of dirt for another a short hop away, "Come, Ama, follow True. True guide Ama through swamp safe," she smiled back at the wolf, a wayward canine jutting from her lips, "Where Ama headed, anyway?"