Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

For @Poet!

Jude had managed to get out of the mountain range, and was still alive and thriving. However she knew she wouldn’t be thriving throughout the winter, eventually she would have to find a pack, or at least one other wolf to travel with. For warmth, for help hunting, for the necessities. She hated that, for she much preferred being alone, it provided her time to think and be herself, and to not have to deal with anybody’s bullshit. Despite being beautifully alone, today she was still upset. She had found herself in a disgusting and cold wetland, and her paws would not stop sinking.

She had to get out of this place, she couldn’t take it. Every time her white paws would sink deeper into another pit of mud, she cursed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This time it had gone real deep, and now her whole front left leg was covered in chilling mud. She snarled at it, and turned her head, blue eyes scanning the area for someplace dry to stop. She saw a nice rock, and began making her way towards it, grumbling more curses under her breath as she walked. She hopped up on it like and cat and shook out her golden brown pelt like a dog, before laying down to begin grooming.