Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

Confirmed: she was stuck.  Ivy heaved a sigh.  Dramatic.. but quiet.  Her eyes narrowed as she tried to see if the wolf had taken a clear path to get where she currenlty found herself stranded.  Unfortunately it wsn't easy for her to tell all the way out here.  If a perfect world she'd have taken a straight line and still be pointed in the direction she'd been heading.

The world was rarely so perfect.

The other female proceeded to plead for help or encouragement, neither of which were Ivy's forte.  Help, sure.  But encouragement..?  She gave the female a lovely roll of her eyes - something she likely couldn't see from her current position - and took another step forward.  Do you know which way you came?  Try to find your own pawprints in the snow.  You might be able to safely backtrack that way, she called back.  The yearling really tried to add a positive, upbeat tone to her voice.  Really.  She'd planned on waiting to see which way the other female went before skirting the bog in that direction to eventually meet up.  That was assuming a straight line, though.