Baridi Mokovu wandered deep into the small wetlands, his head deep in thoughts. He treaded on through the muddy water and marsh. He was unaware of how thick and deep the mud was becoming. The night stars twinkled barely through the trees and the air seemed eerily silent. There was something about this night that brought up a past but he couldn't seem to picture what exactly. As he padded on he felt with each step his paws sank in more and became heavier to pull out. He looked around him to try and figure out which way he had come from. He could not recall he had been so lost in his thoughts. He stopped and sighed to think for a moment. He decided it would be best to head for where the trees seemed more lush and clustered.
He finally stumbled on a more secure patch of moss and sat there trying to clean his pelt of mud. He gave up after a while and decided to wait till it hardened. He didn't like the feeling of this mud being caked on him like this but he put himself in that situation.
