Sun Mote Copse You hit me once, I hit you back

The journey had taken probably 6 or 7 hours longer than Niamh had anticipated- but she hadn't allowed herself to stop for the sake of simply being tired. With the bog taking on water both from the ground itself bleeding from one saturated area to the next, and from the rain that continued to fall. In places, the long-legged female had nearly gotten stuck in mus that came up past her elbows, but was always able to manage to free herself. It was just mud and water- not quicksand, after all. Suffice to saym when she reached the borders she was covered in mud from stem to stern, and soaked through with rain wherever the mud wasn't. 

She meandered toward the Rendez-vous site, and called out- summoning an audience with @Towhee and @Phox to report her findings. While she waited, she found a fairly clear puddle, and began to try and clean some of the deeply inbedded mud from her pelt, like a bird fluttering in a birdbath.