the Enocra woodland was the place to be for the gypsy wolf coriander. there was- what seemed like -an infinite amount of space to play, and he enjoyed the freedom that he found in the dense woods. sometimes he found a tree with branches low enough and sturdy enough for him to climb up onto, which caused his fur to now be rather matted and sticky from the bark, but the tiny wolf didn't find much wrong with this. except for when he occasionally misjudged how strong a branch was, and a confident leap into the air ended with him sprawled across the ground with a snapped twig beneath him.

he had been travelling gradually further westward since he'd woken that morning, dew dripping on him from the three he had taken refugee under the night before, attempting to avoid the rain. there were hours of daylight left and he was growing bored when he came upon the swampy area that separated the woodland from the valley. his adventurous side sparked a flame that immediately burned bright and hot, and he followed the edge of the swamp to an area where there were some fallen trees.

it's here that he decides to venture out into the swamp, carefully balancing on the carcasses of trees that were who-knows-how-old, unaware of the weakening quality the swamp would have on the bark. he hadn't gotten far before a bit of ground gave way and he plummeted into the green waters. the muck was warm, came up to his shoulders, and his immediate reaction was to gasp, breathing in the waters of the swamp and making himself choke. in a spout of coughing desperately to clear his airway and clambering back up onto the tree to get himself out of the water, cori takes a second to look around, hoping to have not been caught making a fool of himself.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ