Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

Ptarmigan didn't get a verbal response, but the menagerie of tiny cues that crossed Magpie's face was more than enough to answer the question. The whine confirmed it. They were both hopelessly lost in this cesspool of a wetland. Any hope that the Endore had built up deflated, and she felt her shoulders slump as she leaned more heavily into the tree's embrace.

“Great,” she scowled, lifting her head to scan their surroundings for an exit. Nothing popped out from the dreary background. At length her gaze returned to Magpie, and for a moment she felt a touch of regret for her attitude regarding their joint situation. It wasn't very fair for her to expect a wolf that young to be the answer to her own problem. It was gone in an instant, however, as Ptarmigan decided that scapegoating Magpie was preferable to taking responsibility.

“Well, guess we'll die here,” she said with a resigned sigh. “But if you go first, I'm going to eat you. Just so you know.”