Frogspawn Swamp Like thunder in summer

Maia has collapsed midway through the swamp and slept fitfully, but for the first time in weeks, she at least knew where she was.

After her unsuccessful try at the deer, she'd spent the rest of the blizzard burrowed into the snow, partially by her own doing and partially when she'd stopped, exhausted, and the snow had done the rest of the work for her.  By the time she woke up she'd had to dig her way out.

After that it had been a marathon, but the finish line was in sight.  

She didn't bother finding cover.  She was too tired and hungry to think straight right now, and so she'd simply conked out in one of the less mushy areas she could find.  Everything everywhere was wet and cold, it felt like, so she barely noticed the difference.  When she dreamed she dreamed of moose, and it was amazing.