Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

Her paws were not entirely soaked in mud; she scraped them against the grass in an attempt to rid herself of some clumps, but prepared to move on. Her ear swiveled towards the sound, and her head followed, seeing the young male staring at her, questioning. Xan, She murmured, turning her body towards him. So this is where you've gone,