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

The large wolf looked behind him at hearing the ruckus. 

”Don’t tire yerself out, now. Think it’s slow ‘n steady on this one.” 

What he really meant was, he had no intention of stopping again until they were out of this, and he didn’t want her wasting energy for nothing. 

At this point, his nose was blind to the rank smell. His paws no longer registered the mud as gross, it just was how it was, and it’d be over eventually. 

He’d given up long ago holding his tail up out of it. It now dragged behind him, collecting leaves, sticks, and heavy with mud, which caked up in his fur. 

He was surprised they hadn’t encountered a snake at least, but aside from the leeches and the spider, they seemed to be alone.