
He found himself along the hillside border. He had to take his descent slowly, mashing around the icy slush of winter that had not quite melted as spring warmed the land.
As he understood it, the kin of legend lived closer towards the heart of the swamp. So that was where he must go. He could only hope that the children would not be born before his return.
He felt aimless, but pressed on like an honorable totoma should. He just wished he had some sense of direction, some understanding of the process. What would a legendary even look like, he had to wonder.