Black Morass armageddon

ione moved silently through the morass, her thin frame brushing against the gnarled trees as she rubbed her side along their bark. her scent lingered in the damp air, a quiet claim etched into the earth. the murky water lapped softly at her paws with each careful step, her gaze drifting through the fog-laden surroundings.

she paused briefly, ears flicking at the faint sounds of the swamp—branches creaking, distant croaks of frogs. there was no sign of company yet, but she wandered further, her pale eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. she did not call out, instead letting her presence be known in the way she moved, deliberate and unhurried, through the stillness.