resting witch face

Widow had spent many days now exploring the shrine, archipelago islands, and now the swamplands just to the west of both. It was much spookier here, something she was rather fond of if it wasn't for the humidity from the swamp itself despite the autumn weather making the air a bit cooler. Paws barely sunk into the muddy earth as she traversed, careful to avoid puddles as best she could. She rather liked it however, she just wished it wasn't so muggy.

Steam rose from the warmer puddles and gave the place an overall misty look that she couldn't guaruntee wasn't there year round. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she had ever visited the swamplands before, but assumed if she had that it hadnt left a lasting impression as she was likely to remember anything fleeting from when she was a child. She much preferred the shrine however, so after a few hours wandering and getting the lay of the land, she began to turn back. Though with some hills in the distance appearing closer than the white birch trees that she couldn't even presently see, she figured she had some walking to do before she made it back.

"Speech!"