Cricket Creek Bog just stop

Grime streaked her forelimb, underbelly and the underside of her neck, making her seem wholly the colour of mud. Currently, she stood rather dangerously atop a log, the thing the only object within sight not covered in mud and water, and yet it stunk yet hell. However, Kia was in no position to be picky, for she could either wallow in mud as she tried to get her bearings ,or perch precariously atop this tree and try to find the exit of this disgusting place. she huffed, gaze narrowing in irritation as her left eye was filled with grit, and instinctively wiping at it with a paw had only served to make thing worst.

a bird flitted by her, almost cheekily close, and her annoyance with it being easily able to get out of this place manifested itself in a snap in it's general direction. the abrupt movement had her balance waver, and she slid almost comically slowly off the log, before speeding up and splashing into the mud with a screamed curse, hating this place and everything in it.