Felltree Marsh table for two

The intricately-patterned woman blinked her eyes open. Ughh, was it morning already? Nope. No, it was not, it was night. Flipping night. Had she truly slept that long? Crap. She sprang from the haven of her blueberry grove, which neatly stood on an island of solid ground, surrounded by an ocean of thick mud. She stood for just a moment before taking a leap of faith and landing with one paw in the goopy mud and the rest of her body on solid ground. Being short and strong, it was easy for her to pull her paw from the mud, so she did. The pants of another nearby wolf sounded in her ears, so she sharpened her eyes and stalked forward. Another female, lying atop an algae painted log, up to her legs in thick goo. She snickered softly. "Rough night?" She barked, raising an eyebrow.