Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Life can change completely in a matter of three weeks for an individual. When Sarah had last met up with Ibis, she had been strong, reasonably healthy and well-fed, where in contrast her niece had been exhausted by the journey, hungry and a little desperate. Who would have thought that in their next encounter Ibis's aunt's luck would have worn very thin.

Without the help of modern medicine, the older wolf's body was left alone to fight the infection in two fronts. One raged in her skin and flesh, the other stuffed Sarah's lungs with fluid, made it difficult to breathe and coughing spells could be heard miles off, before the poor wreck of the wolf appeared. The fever came and went, but temporarily unable to hunt, it was a good thing that the rise in her body temperature silenced the sense of hunger.

It had also made her slightly disoriented and instead of taking the straight path to the safety of the hollow, she walked all the way up to another swampy area of the valley. Once there Sarah stopped to ponder, whether this was the same horribly water-laden place that she had left behind or entirely another. It did not seem familiar to her the least. She was saved from future confusion by the sound of a known voice. It made her look around and seek out the owner, who was not readily visible to her.