Fugitive Frog on a log

After a lot of running (or in your case, hopping) you stop in the middle of a wood. Exhausted, you sit on a log and stretch your tired long legs and sore flippered feet in front of you, flexing your webbed toes. "So what happens now?" you ask Fred.

The wolf gives a muffled reply, the muzzle preventing him from talking.

"Well whatever we do, it looks like we're on our own. We'll have to confront that imposter and find a way to turn back.".

"Mmmmm." replies Fred

You fiddle with the handcuffs, behind your back. "But first, we'll have to find a way to get these off!"

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