ο»Ώmuddy paw prints litter what ground there is amongst the marsh. scents of small prey, mosses and rotting wood, earth and unfamiliar wolves linger in your nostrils as you trudge through the standing water. your ears fold, your tail curls between your legs. you have entered someone's territory, and you are not welcome. something drops from a tree behind you, large and heavy enough to make a resounding, echoing splash. you inhale sharply, and shut your eyes in anticipation. a few moments pass. nothing. you open one, then the other, eyes widening quickly as you become aware of the many, piercing eyes staring you down from the darkness.
