With a quiet grunt of exertion, Neveah climbed out of the mud pit, digging her claws into the ground to hold her weight and keep from slipping back into the pit.
From Neveah's waist down to her feet was completely covered in mud and some of the mud had gotten into her hair from the crawl out and even stained her face.
When Neveah was fully out, she laid down on her back and stared up at nothing, breathing slowly.
Getting out of the mud pit had been strenuous, the mud was thick and difficult to get through even when Neveah had a hand hold.
But Neveah's endurance had already been trained, even when her arms and muscles ached badly, she easily overlooked it.
Neveah took only a few breaths before she got up to her feet once again, unlatching the makeshift rope she made from her waist.
Neveah discarded of her outer robe, the fabric was caked with mud and torn in parts, it was of no use to her anymore.
