Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

maybe @Lumiya? otherwise AW!

the evening grows old as the wolf skirts the edge of the marsh, feeling tonight the weight of her solitude. from somewhere within the marsh, begin to leak those sounds marking night's arrival; the croak of a raven, grating and low, a distant chorus of bullfrogs. somewhere close, a blackbird calls. black wings, a flash of scarlet, as another cuts low across the marsh in front of her.  

pausing, she circumnavigates a long-fallen oak, stepping near to the edge of the water. the mud sucks at her paws, threatening to engulf entire limbs if she is not careful. suddenly engrossed in the simple act of moving around this obstacle, the wisp moves to pick her way around the dead tangle of roots.