Swamp princess
Venturing far from the den was indeed a crime in the puppy world, though being the fearless child she was, it was the least of her worries. Besides, she had done it before, and got away with it as well, so it wouldn't hurt to do it again. Already, the Gulley was becoming a bit boring, for the adventurous girl desired to see more. It seemed she was never satisfied with her surroundings, taking the shapes and colours that some will never see for granted. She just couldn't get enough of exploring, hence her plan to travel across the entire continent over the course of her life, and if she was to be successful, she had to start young. However, she couldn't run away. As much as she wanted to, there was something that was holding her back - an emotion or force inside of her. What was it? Why didn't it want her to leave? If only she could find out what it was, and stop it from stopping her. Anyway, she didn't have the energy to travel as far as she would have liked to, though at least she could see the Gulley gradually thinning ahead. Her green paws ached as she held back a wail for her mother. The trusted woman wasn't with her, of course, and would probably ground the pup if she found out she had wandered so far from the den. Besides, she wanted to get away from her family, so here she was, away from them. Glancing around with positivity alighting her features, she bounded towards the swamplands, having never seen such an area before. At this rate, it was enough to keep her busy over the remaining season before she would have to venture in another direction or see what was beyond the bog.
Paws slowly squelched in the warm muck as she made her way through the marsh. The stinking air was damp and stuffy, making her nose wrinkle in disgust. "Ewww!" she groaned as she lifted a limb to inspect the slop slipping from her paw. "What is this stuff?" Trudging at a disappointing pace, she began to doubt her decision of exploring in the first place. She couldn't get anywhere, especially when she started sinking and had to waste all of her energy to scramble higher through the muck. Occasionally, she lost her balance and slipped, thus splashing her face into the water. What a mess she had become; her mother would definitely suspect her of going in forbidden places. Maybe she could find a clean stream or creek to rinse off afterwards, but as of the current moment, she continued to frolic through the swamp while getting covered in reeking slop.
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