Firefly Glen i tried but i don't think so

Had he even gotten her name? Didn't matter too much right this instant, since she was the only one to talk to and things were quite muddy. And then with a stifled laugh, Did you actually manage to get stuck, or did you manage to find a recently dead river and just need a way out? Okay, it'd be hard for Mal to ever approach this sort of thing in a bad mood -- it silly mostly because he wasn't the one getting dirty. Always cheery. Except when he wasn't.

From the way he moved, it was obvious Mal wasn't at least planning on getting muddier than he had to, picking his way across fallen leaves and over bare spots that had been recently stomped and more likely to try and suck in his paws. He came closer, sort of circling around so he could get a better look if she was stuck. Scooting across patches of forest floor was something he was rather good at -- he'd only lived in one the whole last year. Okay, maybe it was a different kind of forest, but there was plenty of plant life and things had been pretty swampy right around the time the snow finally thawed and vanished.