Otatso Wetlands You can pay uncle sam with the overtime

Lilia's flattened ears lifted when she heard someone call out suddenly, and she paddled in a circle to spot another wolf, up to their knees in muck, up the bank. She exhaled, spitting a bit of water out of her mouth before she paddled toward the closest shore so she could speak, and began to pull herself from the water. Her paws sank into the mud, forcing her to scramble to pull herself out of the water in a patch of tall grass where their roots made the ground just a bit more firm. 

"Thcoutin'," She said, before she shook the water from her pelt. She looked back toward the stranger, whom she'd initially thought was male, due to their size, before realizing she'd been wrong. "Eathier to thwim than walk through thith muck," She said, lifting a paw and grimacing as several clumps of dark, heavy mud fell from it. "What're you doin' out here?" She called back.