Taking a deep breath in, Vesyana let it out in a deep pleased sigh. After the wild night drinking party, she had left the pride the next day for a short trip, following a rumor of family. Home once more, she was going to see if her request to be welcomed amongst the marsh waders when at home would be welcomed or not.
She didn't hesitate for a second as she stepped off of dry land, sinking up to her underbelly in the muck but rather than be disgusted, another pleased rumble spilled from her before she set out in search of the Master of the Marshes. What some might describe as stink from the decaying growth in the water, was the scent of a home long lost to her, bringing back happy memories of slogging through the mud and the muck with her siblings and her beloved mother.