
With her mate snuggled safely back in the den, Eshe broke out on her own. She hobbled through the swamp, catching a break on every strip of dry land she could find without having much luck at all. Where was all this water even coming from? Her paw make an awful 'squeelch' when she slipped into the muck, causing a loud, agrivated groan to slip through her lips.
"I'm in hell," she murmured. "Eternally damned. Fire and brimstone." What was the point in even exploring, anyway? She might as well just go back home at this rate. With that in mind, Eshe turned around, and started to pick her way back to the den.