Witch's Marsh i can be no good for you

Sparrow!

She had followed him, because of course she did. Sparrow couldn’t be the only one out here, out trying to save mom and mama. She galloped on still too large paws, following her brother’s scent out of the taiga and into a different place, a different area. 

She was panting, drenched with mud and marsh water when she saw him ahead. Phoebe ran the last few steps to his side, near ramming into him before she stopped.

Which way we going?

Because she refused to let her brother go alone.