Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

@Lagertha

The muddy drag on her legs had become much more of a pain than that miserable smell, the cream wolf quickly found out. When Menta first stumbled upon the expansive wetlands, her nose had wrinkled in great distate but her eyes had spotted shimmering fishes only a short wade in - surely that was worth braving through something that was simply distatesful. The slog she had discounted too quickly.

Now Menta sighed as her legs again moved both slower and more noisily than she was used to, slower than her brain was accounting for as it watched yet another nearby fish swim away from the loud schlump sounded by the mud as she pulled a paw forward. Fishing had never been her true calling, it was true, and she mentally churned away at how she could catch one of these teasing creatures.

She would undoubtedly have to wait, still and quiet, until one of them was close enough to make a dive with jaws alone instead of her usual reliance on "scare & speedily grab the odd man out" strategy - but patience was not one of her stronger suits. Menta gave another sigh as she felt stuck in bored thought, stuck even more than the bits of mud that clung almost all the way up to her chest.