The god of amphibians had many homes to stay in, of course. Many temples. Many houses. One of which temples were positioned by a large lake in the forest.
Of course, it wasn't uncommon that some poor fool would get themself hurt in the lake. They weren't actually too far from civilization. Usually, though, they have someone who can take care of them. He only has to guide the axolotls to lead them ashore and they leave.
This time, however, was different. The god was awaken by the sound of frogs- Which, would've been normal if it wasn't midday. Apon listening closer, the frogs seemed to be crying for him. So, he left to see what it was.
Beside the lake, on the ground, was a young man. His breathing was labored, yet he seemed to be asleep. His clothes, aside from the jacket that the frogs had strung across him, were wet. Maybe he almost drowned. Yet, he was the only person in the area. The frogs quieted as the god drew near.
