Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

"Oh no"

She gasped as a paw sank deep. Yanking it out she bolted her heart racing as each paw met with sludgy earth. "Oh no...oh no" she whimpered sucking in a deep breath as she took it carefully placing each paw as safely as she could manage. For a while it went fairly well and she was starting to feel proud of herself. She wasn't going to sink into the earth and die that day, no sir! Just as she saw a way to the treeline she stepped and sank midway to her chest stumbling and yelping as the paw sinking twisted she tried to pull herself out but all four started to sink and she remembered the day she wandered from her birth pack, where she'd screamed for help and cried and sank until she'd gotten the sense to slowly pull herself free. In the distance she spotted a figure approaching black as night and called out "Mister! Please!" her voice shrill, the panic evident despite the situation probably not being too bad.