Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

he skirted the marsh as best he could, determined not to step one foot into the muck he smelled wafted from there. it was a futile task, as the waters from the rains had made the marsh overflow its boundaries, the mud seeping into his paws and slowly but surely trailing up his legs. gross.

he was full now, which was cool. that was why he had descended from the mountains in the first place, only to be caught in yet another storm what the hell

maybe he should move somewhere else where it wouldn't rain all the time? but the question was where. he didn't know where the hell to go. at least here he wasn't lonely — he was far from lacking in companions. this place was full of wolves and it seemed that every trek he had made from his home was sidetracked by another wolf who was probably scared of him. it never got old, the wolves were cool. not chill at all, but cool. yo, benry mrowled to the sodden wolf on the log. you uhhhh you uh scoutin up there? doin recon'n'shit?