Witch's Marsh haunt

he had not stayed long at the redtail land. a howl went out for @Swordfish and @Elodie, though lestan had little demand on either of them to come. 
not after who he had been. what he had been. 
so lost in his thoughts was lestan that he did not realize the terrain had become familiar. until his paw was unceremoniously sucked down into the morass, he had been drifting in his usual way.
head rose sharply, nostrils taking in the scent; yes. yes. "swiftcurrent creek isn't far," the mayfair muttered to no one in particular.