Cricket Creek Bog A liar and a cheat, but I could be so much worse

Eugh.  Fennec made a face as her paws squelched in the bog.  If possible, it had become even more of a swamp, and she picked her way extremely carefully across the sodden ground.  Despite her care, she'd already been submerged to her chest once, and now she tested each step tentatively before committing.

She wouldn't have come, but @Perdition had said pain was a side effect of his condition, and she knew there were a few willows that grew here.  @Eljay had taught her of it, and they'd run low quickly if she kept handing it out to the man without replacing it.

I know witches live in swamps, but there's no way I'm doing it without some kind of dry ground, Fennec thought with no small amount of amusement.  There was no way she could stomach this squelchiness, or the random pools and puddles, constantly.  Still.  It was a pretty cool image, and she lifted her nose to sniff the rot-ridden air.  That way?  She couldn't smell anything yet, but it seemed like a solid guess, if memory served her right.