Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

Menta gave a nod and a smile at the other female's name recollection, tail continuing to wag. Fish were forgotten; this was much more pleasant company than silence and stink. Stink was all that was present anymore, anyway, and Lagertha noted the obvious -- it was miserable. The cream wolf wrinkled her nose in response and nodded again, It does, doesn't it?

No, no bother, Menta hurriedly assured her, happy about the intrusion now that it was clear they were on friendly terms, although I might want to get out of this mud if you'd like to join me back closer to shore. There was no point in staying chest-deep in this muck any longer, and Menta made the slow moves to turn around in the thick of it to head back for some form of respite.