Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

She had expected some sort of encouragement or comfort, but Magpie's response was nothing but a bark. One that seemed to be made of figurative knives. Ptarmigan glared back, her expression clearly saying well laaaa-dee-da. She couldn't help but to wonder whether Magpie was even real. How rude was it to completely ignore everything someone said and not even bother responding with anything more than a primitive bark? She rolled her eyes, only looking back when the small, white-banded wolf began to leave.

“Wait!” she called, reluctantly dunking herself back into the slushy mud bog and wading after Magpie. Though Ptarmigan might have admitted to finding anything more fun than following the cavewoman of a wolf around, it was the only way she knew to potentially find a way out. She also knew that if in fact one of them starved to death, she wanted to at least be able to find Magpie to eat her remains if she was the lucky survivor.