Sounds of croaking frogs echoed as dragonflies battled each other dive bombing across the ponds of the bayou. At a shack. A Caiman woman grumbled recasting her line as she attempted to cast further out with a soft huff.

"Y'all aren't biting today huh?" She spoke to the water as she tried her best to lure the fish in. A soft snort leaving her as she reeled the hook back in with a offended huff at the sheer audacity of being rejected by a bunch of fish. She stood up heading over to her sign as she flicked her swamp boat ride on for any potential customers looking for a guide.

"Might as well open the shop early." She set back in her chair cracking open a beer setting her legs over the railing over porch with a content sigh.