yuck, muck, and bad luck

Gilda listened to her dad's directions, testing out her stance in the mud as he demonstrated just how slippy it would be. She supposed, at least her fur would do a better job of hiding any mud than Korona's or Corsair's. Maybe if she was lucky she'd be able to dodge having to have a bath after this too.

Urtur waddled away confidently, and Gilda dropped her shoulders with practiced ease. She'd been stalking the wolverine for weeks, it couldn't be that hard right? She tried splaying her toes to make use of the webbing between them, hoping it might stop her from sinking too deeply in the wetter spots.

As Korona snapped towards the wolverine's face, Gilda aimed for his left side. She was uncoordinated, having to work to keep her feet beneath her, but she closed the distance between them, fangs wibble-wobbling as she aimed a nip at the wolverine's hip.

"speech"