Fishblight Mire suck it up

Things were not going according to plan.

If anything, he'd say they were going south and quickly. His efforts at a little fun and games were soiled by the terrain he'd chosen. While at first she'd fallen backwards at the sudden loss of his opposite force against her strain, she now found herself completely sunk within the mud. Safe upon the wide tangle of a tree root, as he balanced, he suffered no risk of sharing her same fate. He watched her struggle and eventually give up. If her snarl had been fierce before, he was now faced with a new level of rekindled hatred.

She wasn't moving. If anything, she was as good as glued to the spot. Well, at least now he knew he could have her full attention if he desired it. She was't going anywhere. The most she could do now was swish her tail or snap at flies. He'd hate him too if he'd put himself in that situation, but since he wasn't?

Iqniq hopped over the mud. He kept his paces light and swift so as not to linger long enough to let the mire soften beneath his paws and claim him. He bounded back upon that log and lingered there, circling back around to face her. His face was expressionless as he stared long and hard into that face of wrath. And then he cracked. With a grin he spoke to her. "You're fine. I'm not leaving you out here to die." She was far to important to Tonravik for that, not to mention he liked her a great deal when she wasn't as moody as she was now. "Why so furious?"