A sweep of marshland, Old Crow Flats, takes up much of the South, and is frequently flooded by storms thrown inland from the sea. Waterfowl breed and raise their young here all year, making nests in the muskeg and on the branches of spindly, drowning trees. Deer muck through the bog and make great meals for wolves swift enough to catch them - but beware, it's easy to twist a leg running in the mud. At the peak of high noon, the air grows warm enough to feel humid, though it's burned off by nightfall.
