Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

ooc: :)

Shit... what am I going to do now? Wraen asked herself, looking around her and spotting many more pools of water that were well and deceivingly hidden under caps of ice, that appeared to be solid, but was not. Where her foot had broken through, the shards of ice were very sharp and had scratched her skin as well. She carefully pulled the hurt paw out and retreated to a mossy mound, that seemed the safest place here. 

Before she had any chance to think about a good plan, how to manoeuvre her way out of the bog, she heard someone calling out to her. Quick look to the left, revealed her a gray she-wolf in the distance. And had she not been so far away, Wraen would have wondered about their similarities in the looks. "Hey!" she returned the call. "Do you live here?" If the other wolf was a native to these lands, perhaps she would be able to help her to find a safe path to the solid grounds.