Felltree Marsh from the place the world forgot

Maybe it was the want to go beyond the cage-like borders of the sanctuary, or perhaps just sheer foolishness. Whatever the case might have been, the result remained the same; Sen had ventured out into the open, only to find herself entering the very same marsh she had swore to high hell she would never even smell, let alone see, again. What really pissed her off was the fact that she was not senseless when it came to exploration. Sen had been traveling during more of her life than she'd ever spent settled somewhere, and by doing so had mastered it to a T. There were hardly any terrains she'd never set foot across, and little things of interest that she'd never seen. It was because of that little tidbit of information that she was damn near ready to tear into someone when the first little squelch of the muck underfoot met her ears.

As far as she was consciously aware, there was naught a single reason for her to have trekked to the outer reaches of the marsh, and there definitely wasn't a real reason for her having then proceeded to move further into the revolting patch of land. Subconsciously, perhaps her mind wished for her to see something, but Sen was in no way a believer of spiritual impulses. She believed solely in logic, in that which could be explained by natural occurrences. The sudden urge to enter a domain her stomach practically churned at the mere thought of? Well, that just didn't fall into such categories. Even still, in spite of all that, the serpent had not ceased in her wanderings, pressing forward instead with a scowl etched deeply into her features.

It was by a stroke of pure luck that the woman had been able to pluck a wolfish scent from the oncoming breeze, though it was mixed heavily with the gases and musk of the murky land. No matter, she'd followed it, picking her way through the sickening paths and hoping for the chance to step up onto drier land—a hope that was, of course, never answered. When she had finally wandered enough to catch sight of the scent's owner, her immediate thought was something along the lines of a complaint over her valuable time having been wasted. It was not a mere loner that had wandered in, but a face she had assumed would never be seen by her eyes again. Of course, Sen gave no greeting, nor did she even announce her presence. She simply stood there, still as a statue, watching the other female and wondering what had dragged her so far from her home.