If there was anything she could say about the swamp, it would be that there was a never-ending supply of several things. Kin! And a great many male kin, at that! Then there was mud...and bugs, and other such things. Some of it was interesting, but, with the buzzing whine of mosquitos and the whirring hum of flies near her, she quickly got sick of the annoying ones.Still, it wasn't all that bad, she supposed. Not so long as she had a companion, at least.
Temptress was a fairly self-sufficient doe, but there were just some things...some things that were no fun to do by one's lonesome self. So what better way to fix that than doing what she was doing, right this moment?
Her crimson-hued eyes scanned around, hoofsteps mostly quiet, even with the added fetlocks that were prone to sometimes snaring on brambles and branches.
Ishtadaal
Sorry about it taking so long. :c Life is busy.