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

It was harder to tell in the dark, but her fur still held brown from the mud. He knew it’d eventually come out, but it’d be a reminder of the swamp. 

He hadn’t properly washed up himself. He was able to stop on his way out, but he didn’t want to take too long. 

And now he’d have fish to wash out, so it was good that he waited. 

”Sorry I took so long. Phobos, wolf I met, looked pretty rough. I offered to help him with a few other things besides food.”