Felltree Marsh table for two

@Sake

As the day came to a close and the sun slowly descended from it's kingdom, the woman rose from the confines of her den and set off into the marsh in search of anything decently interesting. Muck clung to her paws and legs as she tramped about the marsh, the muddied water flinging about as the woman desperately attempted to free herself of the entrapping mire. She had not expected the sludge to cause such difficulty but it took a considerable amount of effort to move within the bog and this supposed carefree adventure had turned into a fight for freedom.

As soon as Kivi was free of the ensnaring muck she pulled herself atop a log to rest her now aching muscles, and the very thought of the journey back to her den caused the female to feel a bit nauseous.