Felltree Marsh Don't Be a Stick in The Mud!

Pepper almost laughed at her bug comment. He actually wasn’t sure if a leech was a bug or not. It didn’t really matter. They seemed buggy enough. 

He stood up as well, giving a half-hearted stretch, then standing upright. 

The sun was nearly directly above them, which meant they still had a good few hours of daylight. 

He was thirsty, but refused to dip his tongue in the sludge below. He could wait. 

He began walking in the direction they’d left off at, immediately regretting the decision when his paws sank below him, creating a disgusting wet sound when he’d pull them back out.