Twisted Slough le moineau a volé

Perhaps next time, when Wraen decided to adventure in unknown lands, she would pay more attention to her surroundings and less on her very unhappy state of mind. The swampy area right next to the Grouse Thicket had seemed innocent enough in the beginning and she had wandered in it without having any second thoughts about the place. Until the mud had become deeper and stickier and the trees had closed around her, making progress forwards more difficult by a minute. 

And finally it happened so that she slipped, fell and, when she tried to raise to her feet, she realized that it was impossible to pull her fore-paw out. It had got lodged between mud, rocks, fallen tree debris and what-not. "Well, this sucks," she told herself, half-sitting/half-lying down in the mud. It took a while, until she heard that someone was approaching and with hope in her voice she called out to, whoever it was: "Hey! Can you help me, please!"