Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

Her limping was growing more prominent than it had been when she'd started this whole accursed journey, and her already-puckered expression soured further as she exited the trees and found herself facing a wide expanse of marshy ground. There were higher patches of ground speckling the area among the muddier lower portions, small grassy islands that were an easy spring away...for someone much more young and agile than her. Grimeye threw her nose up higher and took an experimental sniff of the gloaming air, but as she sorted out the faint traces of her fellow coyotes she scowled. That tantalizingly faint aroma did indeed come from directly across the other side of this bog, as far as she could tell.

Muttering curses under her breath, she gritted her teeth and started to make her way across. She actively winced only occasionally, as a sharper pang hit her brittling and much-injured bones, but nonetheless between her whispering snarls of invectives and the exertions such acrobatics required she found herself needing to set her rump down for a rest before she was even halfway across. She did however take a moment to curve slowly in half and make absolute sure there was a nice dry patch of ground behind her. As she cautiously lowered her hips into a sit, her long ears flickered up to home in on a flittering, twittering bit of motion caught her attention. Oh. Just a bird. Grimeye grimaced as a fresh sensation distracted her, and lifted up a slightly-muddy paw to look underneath it in digust. Her slimily wriggling assailant seemed to be having some trouble with the oversaturated ground before her. Birds and worms, that seemed to be all that was visible in this soggy piece of land. Why any coyote with even half a brain would want to cross it to begin with Grimeye surely didn't know, but she was nonetheless determined to track down her wayward relatives no matter how baffling their choices... after she'd caught her breath, here.