Felltree Marsh fill your hands with the rain

@Aditya
forward-dated a couple days

Her travels did not always bring her joy. Outwardly, the inkstain was as impassive as ever, picking her way among the murky low water with damp, mud-slick branches as her only footing. Where water did not pool, the ground was saturated and soft. Somehow she had avoided collecting any mud thus far, save her pads. Nonetheless, she fumed internally.
The stench of wet, earthy rot only fueled her sour mood. Nothing rose above the scent, leaving her feeling blind and exposed. She was more watchful than usual, scarlet eyes flitting between too many things to focus on any properly. The sooner she left this place, the better. There was no way the wild-furred girl could know she was nearing pack land, at least for now.