Witch's Marsh They don't believe in us, but I believe we're the enemy

The woman wandered from the creek, seeking some route that would bring her to another homestead. She chose to cut through the marsh; grime never bothered her, and besides that, there was the chance to find a bullfrog or something else to eat.
Instead, there was a voice.
She lingered a moment, studying her surroundings, and when she resumed her prowling across the softened earth, came upon a dark bundle hunched and unmoving; then, creeping from another direction, there was a burnished red-brown wolf sulking along with the same investigatory focus.
'ello there -- kiddo. The woman began to say, ambling closer. The girl had the scent of the creek - so she knew to be careful. The other wasn't quite close enough at first, but as he caught sight of the gruesome swamp-monster-effigy, turned to flee.
Glancing after him, Ygrim caught sight of putrefaction and a grinning face picked clean, but writhing with worms.
A blink, and she focused on the girl, wondering at just what she had walked in upon.