i hope y'all ready / o, stranger

[JA´SUNNA]

Ja'sunna isn't too far behind, picking her miserable way across the vile landscape with her lips pressed into an unamused grimace, stained a color somewhere between Qua's and La'miyla's. Every step is sticky and wet and heavy with gunk clinging to her legs, impeding the speed of her movement, and she loathes it with all the bitterness her heart could muster.  She'd waded into something squishy underpaw not too long ago - she's reluctant to see what it is she'd stepped into, and questions what it is that they're stepping into. The territory is horrendous; she wonders if it's a reflection of its residents.

"I say we move out of this marsh before I lose my fucking mind," she murmurs under her breath, vermillion glare shooting deeper into the marked territory. There are certain things she considers as crossing the line. Entering a clearly nauseating swamp appears the be one of them, and she's quick to raise her drenched paw, scowl at the water, before flicking droplets to the side.

Everything is covered in questionable waters - she wonders whether breathing through her mouth would be better, before realizing that it wouldn't be much of a good idea either. Who knows what she'll taste on the wind. Her gaze moves over her shoulder, back from where they came from. "Fuck this. I think we took the wrong turn. Doubt anyone sane would be living in a place like this." Clearly miserable and aching to be free of the wretched marsh, she turns her expectant attention towards her sisters, waiting for their signal to leave and never return.