Witch's Marsh And when I miss, come and kiss me

She sighed, pulling herself free of the sludge. 
Cursing to herself, she tried to splat her way back to some semblance of dry land- not that there was much of that to speak of. 
She roused herself, deciding whatever herbs may or may not be here were absolutely not worth the misery of this place. It was then she realized she was not alone here, and she stiffened, looking up at the other wolf warily. The last time she had been approached alone she... didn't want to think about that night, or what had happened after. 
But he was smaller than Donovan, and she still held in her heart most wolves weren't like him. So when he finally came into view, and addressed her, her shoulders relaxed slightly. 
"I've never seen a-" she paused to spit and sputter, her mouth filled with the buzzing insects. 
"More miserable place. Do you want to get out of here?"