Fishblight Mire suck it up

And sprawl into the mud she did, though not without a certain price to pay. While she had been so concerned with the fact that he was trying to put her into the watery muck, she had not paid attention to the fact that her feet had sunk increasingly further down into the bog altogether. So when the absence of her height-booster disappeared, she could not catch herself from landing squarely in the mud.

Furthermore, as she found as she tried to right herself — she couldn't quite get free. Her rage was forced to be tempered as she struggled, but between the cool waters and the ever sticky earth, it was nothing more than repeated attempts in vain. Alternatively, insanity. The continued effort alone was enough to tire her quickly, though it were more the notion to try that exhausted itself than her tenacity overall. A huff left her, attention completely off of Iqniq as she righted herself as best as she could, but one partial foreleg had sunk just a bit further than the other.

For a moment, the inky wolf could not help but gaze skyward. Whether she was praying for some sort of miracle from some northern god or simply trying to compose herself was again, anyone's guess. It may as well have been both. Echelon levelled out her gaze to scan around her, and found Iqniq with an annoyed hiss of air between her teeth.

This had to have been his plan all along.