Witch's Marsh hit 'em with the bomb diggy bomb diggy

@Scimitar. Subsequent posts will be shorter, just getting used to the character/her motives. <3

Now that Tail knew she had made it to the Wilds, she could allow herself to slow down. It was bigger than she had ever imagined, and from the sound of things, it seemed to be thriving with more packs than had existed when her sister had tried her luck here. The young Blackthorn found that a double-edged sword; there would be plenty of eligible bachelors for her to choose from, but would there be any suitable territories left to claim when she was ready to start a family?

But that would be some time from now, and though the end goal was sharp in her mind, Tail could afford to take her time from this point forward. She had spent the morning sleeping in, and the afternoon hunting, to rebuild the strength lost over her journey. When she awoke, she felt invigorated. Though it was still blustery and cloudy, it was at least slightly warmer than yesterday. Tail felt chipper for that; without winter breathing directly down her guardhairs, she was optimistic that she could take the necessary steps to find a pack that suited her.

As she angled southward, seeking any wolves that made their home in this portion of the valley, Tail was disappointed to see two wetlands blocking her path. Both looked foreboding, and although both had forests guarding their opposing sides, Tail believed the expansive mountains would take her too far out of her way. She opted to cut through the eastern most marsh, seeking shelter beneath the trees of its neighboring forest.

Tail ducked beneath the canopy, and was immediately assaulted by the scent of wolf. She froze in brief panic, but if she were in the heart of claimed land, they would have ascended upon her by now. A thoroughfare, perhaps. Still, as much as the Blackthorn wished to meet as many packs as she could, she wanted to do so in good graces. She backpedaled as her mind spun, wondering what course to take.

But fate decided for her, for her rear was suddenly submerged in the chilly, stinking water of the marsh. As she scrambled to escape the cold water, Tail managed to get herself entirely wet; but in a few moments, she had found solid ground and shook the excess water from her fur. She sat, shivering, as she analyzed her next move.

"I really hope no one saw that," she muttered, blue-gray gaze scanning the landscape. "I need to learn to watch where I'm going."