Fishblight Mire guess who's back, back again

Due to the thick rotting scent in the mire, or maybe it was the direction of the wind, Autumn didn't catch a whiff of Regipre's scent. Instead she continued to wade through the mud with disgust, unaware of the nearby coyote. A small noise in a tree caught her attention, and her head snapped up to look in the branches. A squirrel sat on the branch, strange looking in the middle of the dull mire. Autumn licked her lips looking at it, realizing she was pretty hungry. Autumn pondered for a moment if it would be safe to climb the tree for one little snack with slippery muddied feet, but decided it was worth it. She stealthily crept onto the lowest branch of the little tree, trying her best not to disturb her prey.