Oak, and ash, and thorn

*Duckweed*

Dried mud caked Ducky's coat while swamp water clung to her stomach and limbs. She'd expended more than a little bit of energy trying to navigate the murky waters, and with her still sunken in sides, well, she was just about capped. If it weren't for the very real possibility that if she stopped the bog might finish the job of sucking her in and swallowing her whole she would have asked Bones to stop hours ago, but the cub was doing her best to continue trudging along.

After what felt like hours of twisting and turning around gnarled roots and old waterlogged palmettos, and seeing a particularly ugly tree at least three times Duckweed pulled herself to a halt. "Bones, I think we're goin' in circles." Of all the places the pair could have gotten themselves lost.. "Seen that tree at least three times, and I know it's the same one 'cause it's ugly. Look's like an old spider with three eyes." She said, her nose pointing straight at it.

The voice that answered did not hold the familiar lilt of her sister's, causing panic to rise up in Ducky's chest. Wildly the girl swung her dark crown to find the source, but when her eye's met the stranger's, a wolf who seemed as much a swamp monster as any that Duckweed could imagine, she froze, looking to her sister for guidance.

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