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Ridge was restless. Being stationary for all this time was getting to him. He wasn't like Rose Hips, who constantly craved adventure... Ridge only felt uneasy when not moving. He felt as if the air around him was completely stagnant, that the swamp was closing in on him. There were too many trees, too many Kimeti, too many birds, too much water, too much everything. He thought he belonged on the plains. Everything was wide open there. There was a breeze... The air moved and danced on the plains. In the swamp, it was quite different. The air here was like a kin who had eaten too many frogs - sedintary and fat.

If Ridge had it his way, he would be long gone from the Swamp. He would be learning the ways of the Kiokote. Or perhaps he would be heading off to a new place. Maybe the desert, or the mountains. But Ridge was going no where any time soon. There were four wobbly foals that needed caring for. Though Rain was around to help, Ridge felt that it was his responsibility to do most of their rearing.

He was beginning to think that was a mistake. Constantly looking over the foals was getting exhausting. Hips and Cardamom said he didn't need to watch over them constantly, especially since there were three other adult kin with him. The babies did sleep a lot... Maybe Ridge was just paranoid because he was a first time father? Who knew.

Cardamom had noticed how on edge Ridge had been, so she had kicked the buck out of their 'camp' for the day. Sighing, Ridge made his way through the swamp, grunting and looking unhappy, until he came across a Kiokote standing in a puddle of mud...