Dionysus rumbled with fury he was barely keeping a lid on as the cold muck seeped further into his fur. It wasn't just soaking wet in this fucking bog, it was cold and wet. He could barely feel his toes. Rib had brown-grey snow-slush and mud caked to the skull's normally pristine, smoothed curves and edges. Dionysus' beautiful pelt stuck out in spiky, wet, half-frozen clumps and spikes and cowlicks from his various slips, pitfalls, and general slogging through the muck. It'd been too gradual an entrance, and by the time he realized he was in a mess, he couldn't turn back to get around it.
Huffing through his nose sharply, Dionysus pulled a dark paw free of the grassy mud and flung it forward to try to take another step. His paw sunk into the slush and wet soil, then kept sinking, a hidden sudden dip in the terrain tilting him forward. The cold muck touched his chin and Dionysus jerked his head up, ears slicked to his skull as he scanned the terrain before him, searching half-desperately for dry-ish land. He'd swum in more welcoming stormy seas before, saltwater burning his nose and lungs.
Huffing through his nose sharply, Dionysus pulled a dark paw free of the grassy mud and flung it forward to try to take another step. His paw sunk into the slush and wet soil, then kept sinking, a hidden sudden dip in the terrain tilting him forward. The cold muck touched his chin and Dionysus jerked his head up, ears slicked to his skull as he scanned the terrain before him, searching half-desperately for dry-ish land. He'd swum in more welcoming stormy seas before, saltwater burning his nose and lungs.