Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

Ivy took two cautious steps toward the stranger, at least relieved they seemed to be able to speak despite clearly having some kind of mental deficiency.  Who in their right mind walked across the bog in these temperatures.. by choice?  Sure, her skinny ass didn't have much problem navigating icy terrain because she was so damn light right now, but that didn't mean she'd traipse across for the hell of it.

Not exactly, she called in return.  Truthfully, Ivy was a vagrant at the moment.  She figured that carried negative connotations, though, and decided against labeling herself as a hobo.  Are you stuck? she asked loudly, certain she already knew the answer.