Black Morass Idealism sits prison

Today, Fennec had decided that she was going to mark the borders.  The scent line was strong and she remembered Phox's warning about strangers in the area, so she would help! However she could, which was some, she imagined.

Her stroll along them went fairly uneventfully until she reached a point where, at some time, she flipped where she was in relation.  Without realizing it, she'd managed to set herself on the wrong side of the line, and now as she left she began to wander out rather than in.

It took her first steps into an unfamiliarly damp terrain to notice, but the smells here were all sorts of not right.  Fennec froze, then listened.  If she turned around, she might be able to find home - or she could bypass it entirely.

For now she stayed where she was, stock still and listening.  The debate raged, and she knew resolutely that she could at least not call.  She didn't know what was around that would hear, and besides... she could handle this.  Yeah?