Witch's Marsh Firework!

It had been the trail of a marmot she'd been following, half out of a slight desire to escape the borders for a while, and partly out of a lasting grudge against her escaped marmot. Thus far, it was her first and only grudge, and she returned to the meadow where she'd first found the creature from time to time, wondering if she might chance upon it again.

This time, however, the marmot trail had led right out of the meadow. Halfway to the Marsh, she may or may not have lost the trail and picked up that of a different marmot, but she wasn't entirely sure. She was certain, however, that even her interest in the creature was not enough to track it through the marsh that lay ahead.

Luckily, however, she was soon distracted by the familiar sight of a red figure. She paused a moment as her tail began to wag, and then she was leaping toward him, in great soaring bounds with her wagging tail streaming behind her. "Engel!" She pulled up alongside him a moment after, pushing her muzzle into his shoulder to draw in his scent before doing a tiny little dance as she regarded him.