the hag of the swamp

A giggle would escape her lips as long black legs pulled her through the swamps. She loved the swamps, Always had and always would. Maybe it was because she blended in so nicely here, maybe it was because she felt like she belonged here. In the end it was probably because everything was so freaking green here! Dainty paws squelched in the mud, suction cupping down as she pranced and padded though the sludge. It was so magical here!! "I think? I should become the old hag of the swamp. And live here and chase children our of my lands?" She said, speaking to herself as her butt plopped down with a squelch. Ew. Another giggle and her head would tip back, ruby red eyes fluttering closed as she drew in a deep breath. It was so nice here. She was glad to have finally joined a pack, to many have stability in her life but this place? Maybe she could make a pack here. Of rainbow wolves where they could come and live without being judged. And you know? Chase kids off their land.

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