Otatso Wetlands cold cold cold

cue evil laughter

She waded through the wetlands with a look of displeasure plastered across her face. This whole damn place must be cursed to be awful. First the hollow, then the mountain and now this. Heavens forbid she actually found something nice for once.

A disgusted huff escaped her as she kept moving on. Muck clung to her legs and underside. Atiena very much resembled a swamp monster at the moment (did you catch that?) if someone merely gave a glance in her direction. She would immediately need to find a clean source of water after this. Like hell if she was going to keep traveling when all of this dried to her fur.