He breathed and relaxed his muscles; the guilt feeling came to him and he realized he had betrayed Rachel. The female werefrog looked at him with awe and as if she was perplexed with her action she turned around and leapt back into the bushes.
Marty couldn’t let her go like that; he too leapt and went after her. He lost her in the luxurious vegetation, between the tall moss covered trees. He saw her image some feet away, jumping over a bush and he leapt more aggressively. She hopped over a rock and jumped over a big decaying log. Marty was determined not to let her go; he didn’t calculate well enough the strength of his jump and ended up tackling her mid-air. The two werefrogs fell over some plants.
“Sorry, I must know who are you? I need might need your help?” he said after recovering from the fall.
“That’s my question to you? Why don’t I know you? Why did I only smell your pheromones now?”
“What are you talking about?” he croaked. Marty now realized that no sound intelligible sound came from her mouth; she wasn’t speaking any language, only croaking, but he understood everything and responded back the same way.
“Are you a foreigner?”
“Yes. I was cursed and transformed into this…could you turn me back?”
“This? What do you mean with “this” speaking of my people like we were something to put aside” she responded sounding offended.
“My people?”
“I am Vatraca Grenui, princess of the Pond, third daughter of Zaba the Leaper. I am royalty!”
“Ok…I’m Marty” he answered strangely. “Short for Martin, I am son of Howard the rent-a-car owner and I’m a republican, democrat for further knowledge”.
Vatraca raised an eyebrow. She stood there in all fours quiet for some time, letting all the information soak in her, until something sparked in her guts making her bug her eyes and looking at him with more than curiosity.
“You are not from this island. You were transformed into one of us…I must take to the Pond, you must meet the Village”.
“If you think you can help me…”