Twisted Slough le moineau a volé

Careful steps help to manage her through, though the mud was truly a hindrance to all it could grasp. It was an exhausting affair, rife with bits just as dismaying as they were aggravating. She wavered between wishing she had never set foot in the place to thinking she was beginning to gain a mastery towards wandering its expanse, only to go back to the former when the latter seemed to spite her.

It was a slow, gradual thing, but Phoebe began to find more solid terrain by trial and error. The plant matter helped in this regard but only so much; she still sank, but perhaps not to quite the ordeal as her original attempts. Better to end up just above an ankle than to the knee and the like and her steps became more sure-footed as she learned.

Yet it would seem that she was not the only one to fall prey to the not so alluring pull of the territory—a voice called out to her, a figure unseen. It lent her pause and she listened, near startled by the fact that someone was in fact out there when she had gone things alone for a while. She had been about to open her mouth and call back to them when she thought she had found the she-wolf.

"Oh no," she said to herself in a whisper.

There was no hesitation in the steps that would begin to carry her over though her struggle came reborn. She sank in the mud only to pull herself free and sink another half and it was there that she felt aggravation bud and aim directionless. It flashed across her muddied features in a blink, aimed right for the stranger and her foolish predicament, not once minding at the fact that Phoebe herself had been stuck in similiar not more than twenty minutes prior. This thought alone was enough to temper her resolve; she had no right to be angry.

"Can't you free yourself?" she said in her struggle, only then finding some solid purchase between them to hoist herself to. "This place is a nightmare." Once again, she wished she had never come, but there was little time for that and she shook her head to dismiss the prior question, mud flicking off her muzzle.

"Are you hurt?" Perhaps an even more pointless question, yet the situation required her to ask. She couldn't see how the she-wolf was ensnared there beyond limbs deep in muck, and thought there another reason altogether. Not that she readily saw anything that could have aided her here, but it didn't mean the swamp was void of herbs and other manner of cures.