Felltree Marsh obviously and furthermore

Usually Anne's the one making a scene or being loud. One can imagine her delight when on a boring summer day, as her imagination has entertained her to nearly it's capacity, she hears a howl. A few of them. At the first one, she stood up to listen. Immediately upon the second, she was running in it's direction, deeper into the marsh. Now and then she would stumble or get her foot sucked into mud, but despite these annoyances, she carried forward as quickly as she could. Driven by curiosity, she got to the source rather quickly. But before she saw him, she smelled his marking. Carrying on slower now, covered down her legs with thick and noisome mud, she began to wonder what exactly was going on. Quickly, her imagination sprung into overdrive and several whimsical scenarios danced in her head.

First she saw the scratches down the tree. It gave her a bit of apprehension. Was she trespassing? Was this unknown male dangerous? It's not often Anne allows herself rational thoughts, but at this moment, she stopped in her tracks to think a moment. But as soon as she did, she heard a voice quite near her. Singing a song. Her eyes lit up with joy, and she turned in the direction of the voice. No sooner than the song was done, Anne spotted him: an older male not far ahead of her. "Wait!" She implored loudly to the stranger, attempting to take a step but finding her paw again sucked into the mud. A few more attempts and she's free, but still dirty. She quite nearly leaps toward him, following in the idents his paws made on the soft ground. "Do you know any other songs!?"