Otatso Wetlands young, dumb, and full of... you know ;)

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distantly, saarthal wondered if she was walking in circles. she didn't really have any clues to support that hypothesis but the terrain she'd been travelling through seemed distinctly related to one another, if that made sense, like they were all born of the same specific section of land. except for...saarth's nose wrinkled in disgust as her paws sunk into thick, cold mud. it seeped into her fur and stained it the ugly colour of shit. great. now she was wading through diarrhoea. 

saarth tossed her head, fiery eyes flickering to the sky as she inhaled sharply, trying her best to find the quickest way out of this hellhole. and then something flitted across her peripheral vision. she blinked, breathed in and felt her heart sink like a stone in the pit of her chest as the scent registered in her mind. "max?" saarthal found herself breathing out, her voice catching in the back of her throat. stupid.