Broken Antler Fen my demeanor tends to disappoint

Olive trees and marble cliffs. Gone. Replaced by marshy soil that squelched under paw and stunk of rotting plant matter. Liora had already panicked. Already the young woman had come to terms with the fact that she was not home. The distant bellowing call of some horrific creature had her shifting uncomfortably on the patch of dry ground she had hunkered down on.

She wasn't home. Zyraena was nowhere in sight. Nothing was familiar. The gods had been displeased lately, their anger settling heavy over her during every prayer. Never though had she expected a punishment as harsh as this. Surely she was dead. No other place could be as miserable as this. The pristine white of her paws had already been tainted, stained brown by the mud that seemed to exist everywhere. 

Liora knew she couldn't stay here indefinitely. She needed a refuge; some place she could live comfortably while she thought up a plan of action. The woman was certain that wherever Zyraena was, she was having a far better time than she. Stepping off her dry patch, she ventured towards the deep mud that surrounded her. Hoping to get to the thick forest beyond where it at least seemed more dry. As if the god wished to spite her further, her paws sunk into the soil below. The more she struggled, the deeper she sunk. Panic gripped her again then, a scream bubbling past her lips as she cursed the earth itself. This was the end. She would die in mud and shit like a commoner. What an end it would be.