Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

.. what? she muttered harshly, brows furrowing.  Ivy thought laziness was a hindrance to progress, but she had to admit that she could see the other female's perspective.   She shook her head, wiping the incredulous look off her face lest it be taken as unfriendly.  Thinking too much about progress gave her a headache.  Or started her on a downward spiral to an existential crisis, whatever.

She wasn't quick enough to manage a half-hearted "good luck!" before her strange companion set off over the bog.  Ivy watched, her breath caught in her throat, as the gray female successfully jumped from one batch of solid ground to another, her paws just as swift as she yearling suggested.  Her pale green eyes relaxed when Wraen introduced herself after escaping her bog-induced predicament.  Ivy, she supplied with a small smile.  How long were you out there? she asked hesitantly.