We are the future

Listening to the instructions intently, the Archer-Lyall allowed a small smile to tug at the corner of her lips as they moved under the cover of the trees, now this was more like it. The briny sludge stank of home, the wide lagoon and the thick forest that bordered it’s northern banks. Her toes spread naturally, much like they would if she were traversing snow, distributing her weight more evenly and preventing her from sinking too deep in the mud others may have found offensive.

An ear turned catching Indigo’s statement about not being fast. Under usual circumstances, she would have quipped back that he could always back his ass up to a tree and not have to worry about it being bitten, but looking up to Natha, she remembered she wasn’t in Kansas Wildwood anymore, and wolves here had cat claws and could probably climb trees too. Her enthusiasm was waning as she realised the terrain presented a perfect opportunity for ambush. "Just as important to look up in a place like this, gotta watch where you put your feet..." too many places to look at once. It was far from ideal, but rarely would life make things easy for anyone, so how was she going to make the most of it?

Sedna wasn’t sure if they had toe snapping turtles or angry eels in a place like this, but she was almost certain there would have to be something similar. The squelching of mud was giving them away. "Also harder to keep quiet, if you were going to plan an ambush, you’d need to plan way out."

"speech".