Felltree Marsh a bucket and a [m]op

she saw a patch of semi-solid ground, where she could climb out of mama nature's personal sewage. 

each step was like being slurped in, but eventually the mastiff pulled herself onto slightly-less-sucking land, groaning loudly as the liquid let her go. 

"hhhatherhhuckerrrr."

she was dipped in brown with a tinge of mushy green plantstuff along her sides. her paws were caked in mud. god knew what had crawled into her wrinkles. diesel felt too miserable to shake.

crumbling onto her side, the mastiff let the soggy, warm ground embrace her. fuck hygiene, the air here was thick as a fart and she was exhausted, hungry and unexplainably horny. 

diesel snorted, sinking into it.