Witch's Marsh No Room in Frame

Haven had never been to the Witch's Marsh before. She'd almost been to every territory in Rising Sun Valley. That was her goal. It also gave her something fun to do, escaping her thoughts of her pack. The pack was breaking up. Disbanding! And it was almost winter as well. She'd thought many times about going with Sebastian. Would he let her? The thoughts of the future were all so obnoxious, plaguing her thoughts with aggravation. Exploring was a nice get away from the stress.

She tromped through the mud, her usually clean and silky paws now covered in dark brown slime. Suddenly she thought she heard something. Another wolf perhaps, sloshing their way through the mud. She paused to listen, and definitely heard the sound of someone making their way through the marsh. They seemed pretty close by as far as she could tell. She couldn't have possibly smelled another wolf scent earlier, the overpowering smell of guck and slime was strong. But now that she knew someone was nearby, she could vaguely smell a wolf scent wafting through the air.

The grey and white, but now dirty, female made her way towards the sound and came to see a black male wolf up ahead. She chuffed, keeping her distance from the man, but her intrigue lead her forwards. She was a curious young wolf and was always excited to meet someone new.