the hag of the swamp

She was blissful in the mud, the swamp clay sticking to the feathering on his legs as she flexed her hind paws and spread her toes, leaning back so they lifted off the ground and forepaws sunk in the ground. She was grinning when she heard the squelch of mud behind her, eyes fluttering open as she tipped her head as far back as possible to try and catch a glimpse of her dear Mr.Red as he approached. She would continue tipping her head back until her forepaws left the ground and she fell heavily onto her back with another wet squelching sound. Her breath left her lungs in a wish of laughter, fading into a giggle as she tipped her head back. No doubt she almost looked like a normal wolf not with most of the green of her body covered in mud. He was wearing mud like war paint and he looked quite dashing! "Oh but what amazing rulers we would be!"
She exclaimed, forepaws moving from where they had been curled into her chest to snapping wide and flinging sticky mud from her purple toes. Head tipped back to look at the sky and she was still giggling when he started panicking and calling for her. Immediately she would flip, moving so she was laying on her belly and red eyes focusing on him as she watched him slowly sink. For a moment she couldn't figure out if it was a game or not and she simply stare at him blinking. "I hate to say it man? But your fat. I mean. I can try..? But I don't think I can get you out. " She said, head tipping as she regarded his situation and slowly belly crawled her way closer to him before dropping her head on her paws and studying him.



"Talk here."