Swiftcurrent Creek she's walking on fire

Apparently Danica had struck gold in her suggestion. The way the pup practically buzzed with excitement at the mere mention of something so simple as mud was totally representative of youth. Danica would be lying if she said she didn't envy it a bit.

"Many mud it is!" She was thoughtful for a moment, wondering where they could find a nice, big patch of mud. The creek was probably their best bet. As long as she kept Maera away from the water itself it should be fine. She'd be watching like a hawk, though, that was for sure.

"Come on!" Leading the way, she traipsed along the bank for a short distance before coming across perfection... a small runoff that led to a nice, shallow, muddy pool. Grinning, Danica slapped a paw down, splattering herself with the muck. "How's this? Does it meet your many mud approval?"