Witch's Marsh mayday, mayday, mayday

"blegh," coelho groaned, shifting a paw up from the sucking murk that gurgled around her frame. a clod of sodden earth sloughed off from her raised paw and hit the bog with a loud slap. she eyed the misty tree-line in the distance, wishing she was somewhere on hard ground and not wading through a dense tangle of wetwood and marsh.

@Pyro might have been fairing better, but coelho was fairing terribly; the deep mud was resistant to her thin limbs, and they had been traveling long enough that the road-to seemed rather joyless and interminable. sinking up to her neck in mud coelho gave another melodramatic groan, and then a rather furtive look seemed to come over her as she glanced to see what pyro was doing.

While Coelho grunted and protested Pyro was having the time of his life. Even the hunger and the exhaustion from days of travel were forgotten as soon as he got to stick his heavy paws in the mud and force his way through the thick waters. It was fun, and he was a fun-loving guy so basically he had everything he needed.

The place was obviously nothing like what they were looking for to report back to Rannoch so Pyro supposed their time there would be short, but man was he making the most of his time. He sniffed at the stink here and there, jumped back and forth bringing one stick and then another stone to @Coelho but at some point he realized that swamps weren't the equivalent to parties for everyone.

Something wrong, ello? he asked trotting through the mud to her and sending ripples and splashes her way. She didn't seem the least bit thrilled about their adventure.

it was hard to remain too miserable, while pyro was besides her having his best day ever; she eyed him out of the corner of her eyes and wasn't convinced sunshine wasn't coming out of his dark fur and behind, but if she felt sassy enough to think it, she certainly didn't say it.

raising a wrist above the slog and pulling herself out of the algae-riddled swap, coelho gave a shake in time to have a splash of water sunder her. flattening her ears to keep the rivulets out of her ears, she fired back: "oh, nothing - just -- i hope this trip isn't all like this -- swamp, water, more swamp -- ugh! we're not frogs, yannow? hard to think anything lives in this gross pool." and then, raising her head sharply she playfully lodged an accusation his way: "hey, maybe we found exactly where you belong.." she grinned, and slapped the water in his direction with a loud smack.

No matter how grim her day Pyro simply couldn't understand why Coelho wasn't having the time of her life with him. He laughed at her response feeling the disgust through her expression, but understood that perhaps she was right about the mud. It was kinda gross, didn't have a particularly pleasing smell at all and he hadn't even thought about how he was going to remove it from his fur. Yet still he was excited.

Haven't seen many frogs actually, he thought aloud just before Coelho right out attacked him with a splash that went right into his dumb open mouth. AAH! he yelled and coughed violently in a dramatic reaction to the coywolf's playful move It's in my mouth! he kept repeating as he purposefully splashed way more muck than it was necessary to get back at Coelho.

coelho sloshed around in the pit of algae and mud, grinning widely as pyro was struck down by one of her waves. he thrashed about - okay, a bit dramatic, she thought -- but as he sprung back she for a brief second felt guilty -- because, what exactly was in his mouth?

her ears were pressed forward apprehensively as she paddled towards him, but he was so busy causing a mudding ruckus that her guilt abated and she grinned, bounding through the thick slush as quick as she could. at this point she was well splattered, and looked more wretch than wolf as she pulled herself out of the bank. mud sloughed off of her form in thick heaps, and her pelt was thoroughly coated in a dark brown rime. "man, i don't even think frogs could live in that." she gave a heavy shake of her fur and mud went flying just about every which way, a radius of blackened rain coming down around her: "now we need to find a stream, or something."

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after a while of ruckus raising, the pair bent to task. there was a fair bit of fun that trip, but coelho and pyro both took their jobs seriously -- and as they made for home, were relieved that soon they would rest their tired paws, sleep, and catch up with the rest of the pack.