If there was one thing Montrell agreed with it was the fact that the sooner they got moving, the better. “I couldn’t agree more.”  He sat up on his hind legs, making himself a little taller, and looked around a little. As he took in his surroundings, his ears picking up every little noise, he was very alert. “Let’s get going, then.” He gestured for her to keep following close to him. Rose was right about the swamp not liking the light. Being a place of darkness, it was only natural that such a thing would be despised. Every now and then he would pause. If Montrell picked up something he did not like, he made sure to take a different route, avoiding danger as best he could, the unfortunate part being that he couldn’t take all of his usual routes. She probably wouldn’t be able to fit in smaller places like a rat could.<br/><br/>There were a lot of twists and turns in the swamp. Water was thick in some areas, and if one were to look hard enough they would see eyes peering at them. Predators were all around. In the waters, in the trees, everywhere one could imagine. Montrell was not that high on the food chain, and he was well aware of that, which was another reason why he lived as far away from them as he could. There were plenty of creatures out there looking to snack on a rat, no matter what the size. The only good thing was that the other rats in the swamp seemed to be leaving them alone. As long as they didn’t kick over the hornet’s nest so to speak their little journey would go smoothly. The rats of the swamp were terrifying, ruthless, disgusting creatures. Avoiding them at all costs was at the top of his list.<br/><br/>Montrell and Rose soon came to an area with a split in the road. “This way,” he said quietly as if he was trying not to draw attention to himself, briefly looking over his shoulder, then taking a sharp turn onto the left path as if he had not stopped. From this point on he was not as familiar with the swamp’s various pathways. He stuck to what he knew, which was mostly the more obscure routes that were not used very often. The brush was thick, very thick, and made it even more difficult to navigate than it already was. The scenery seemed to become a lot darker, drearier. Odd sounds, though often soft, caused disturbances that made the rat uncomfortable. Shivers ran down his spine. He picked up the pace, hoping to get out of here as quickly as possible. This trip really had better be worth it…