Twisted Slough twisted streets

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She had gotten herself into a right mess, and Cypher was now working to pull her rear out of the muck and onto some semblance of solid ground. It was a shame that her prior haunt had been claimed in her absence, but prime real estate like that was bound to attract a pack sooner or later. She had skirted around the rivers that were its borders, trudging blindly forward until she realized— too late— that she had arrived in a stinking, ghastly mire. "It's what I get for not payin' attention," she chided herself, wiggling her hips in an attempt to free at least one of her legs. "I'll be sweatin' and pantin' by the time this is over."

With a sick squelching sound, her right hind-leg abruptly came free, and she awkwardly scrambled to place it upon the solid earth with her forelegs. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but she needed the break, and so paused to pant and gather more strength to similarly pull the left out of the mud.