In her attempt to find a home she could call hers, she'd come across this swamp. The rain, for one thing, was a factor would greatly influence her decision. The mud, which was quite literally everywhere, was also very discouraging. Unlike when she lived with her human companions, washing has to be done through streams and lakes, and even though it constantly rained here, it didn't quite work for a "shower" or a "bath." And no, she didn't wash herself with her tongue, as most animals did; that was just disgusting.
It was her desire and wish to belong somewhere that had brought her to this swamp, even though she knew that she could never adapt to such an environment. It was muddy, rainy, cold, disgusting, and dark; this place just didn't have the sort of atmosphere she was looking for and that she enjoyed. Still, you never know if you don't give it a go, she figured. If she didn't even try, the possibility of this place being her "home" would haunt her for a long time.
Her heart stopped when she felt one of her paws sinking into something, afraid that she hadn't watched her step enough and that she was going to fall down a high place. But that was far from the truth; she had only gotten her paw stuck deep into the mud. She grimaced, ears curled against the back of her skull, disgusted at the sight of her paw getting stuck in that disgusting thing. She tried pulling it out, but that mud had gotten so thick that it was hard to even wiggle her toes in it. She grumbled, upset that she was stuck in this position; how was she going to get out now?