[BEAR.]

"Are voles the best you can do, swamp sipper?" It's teasing at worst, because Jaystride didn't give an actual damn about what she caught - only that she was doing something. Unlike Mudrump back there. "Why don't we make this interesting?"

So the marsh lover didn't feel at home, huh? This was fine with Jaystride, because this wasn't hers. He doubted she even knew what a muskrat was, but tonight! They'd change that. "This is called Muskrat Mire for a reason, you know. Never seen so many of them in one place before."

There were plenty of small holes in the mire that told him where the muskrats were burrowed. Which was perfect, because all it took was some digging near the rushes to find roots, and he could set a trap. Having them placed near some of the holes, he put some distance between them and waited.

Soon enough, one of the fat oversized rodents came rolling out. Sniffing the ground, until it was upon the bait he'd set. Quietly, he muttered toward her. "I hope you're not afraid of a big rat? If you don't take care of it, I will."

He knew how mean these things could be and was prepared, but he kind of liked the idea of watching her get her tail handed to her.

[ @poppy. ]