Witch's Marsh Don't want to run aground, your shores are safely found.

If this isn't AW, please let me know and I'd be happy to delete ^^

Evien had only been looking for cattails. It was rare that he was out this late, this far from his home. But he had needed a break so that he could take a breath of air. The marsh was not particularly good for fresh air, but it did have cattails, which were insanely useful for injured wolves. Which he often had quite a few of to care for.

The medic had a few stalks of the plant in his mouth, anxiously looking up at the sky as it threatened rain. It would be a huge pain, should the cottony material within the cattails become wet. Airing them out would take time, and he often did not have that. 

Except his lack of attention to where he was going would be his downfall. Evien took one wrong step and plunged into a deceptively deeper part of the water with a mighty SPLASH. 

Fortunately, he was a good swimmer. Unfortunately, he dropped his cattails. And now he looked like a wet rat, floundering and trying to find solid ground to stand on again.