Witch's Marsh Story carries on

Early Morning; Sunrise
Partly cloudy
65°

Last night, Luna slept some distance away from this marsh nearby the feilds. It was not her first choice, as you might've guessed, because smelling like wet grass and soil was not her perferred choice of perfume -- but looking back at it and deciding to sleep there instead of letting curiosity draw her eastwards was probably the best decision. Because....

"Eugh..."

This place was pretty gross.

As the moon nymph treaded knee-deep in the soupy mixture of water, moss and soot -- paws squelched against the sandy bottom and her face scrunched unpleasantly as she made her way towards the patch of land not too far away from here. 

The eventual surfacing was consoled with a releaved sigh that left her lungs, and the raven's body would plop (very, very dramatically) across the grass. Mosquito bites and smelling like sewage aside, the dark femora was now hungry. And with seemingly no good ground to cover and satiate her need to hunt, a a loud groan left her lips and would, yet again, plop down against the grass.