The Marsh

Under the cover of lush green vegitation, the so called "mud", although a better word would be sludge, goes down very far, and wolves have to be careful where they step. Put to much weight on it and your paw will sink into the slushy brown stuff. The stench of rotting flesh lingers in the air, attracting many unwanted visiters. Only the lightest of wolves can venture through here without getting soaked to the bone.