Felltree Marsh vvitch

@Kasiya

The creak of the rotten log beneath her paws gave warning, and Jaguara clattered into the muddy water below before the section gave away and crumbled within itself. The muck and grim of the wetlands clung to the dark stalks of her legs, which maneuvered around the suckling of the gluttonous mud beneath her. Another wolf might detest the sensation of slick filth dripping from their figure, but Jaguara, who had been born under the sway of weeping willows and marsh grass, found this place to be familiar and inviting though she had not traversed it before.

It was, for the most part, inhabitable. The chime of crickets in the cool spring night brought a murmur of life to the broken boughs of the marsh, but other living things clung above to the trees, just out of her reach. Skilled at climbing she didn’t dare attempt to reach up too high, knowing these barks would not favor her as the log hadn’t before. Instead she gave an inquisitive sniff to her surroundings, picking apart what silent life did thrive below: a small pool of tadpoles, a marigold that blossomed vibrantly against the fresh loam.