Otatso Wetlands but I wouldn't want to live there.

She would depart this part of the world tonight, heading toward Mountain ranges of afar. This place held nothing more for her. This area was certainly the coolest of them; the mud was nice in the day, and kept her content. But she could endure the swamplands no more. When night had fallen, Tonravik pushed through murky waters. There was no light in the sky at this point but for the moon, and even that was obscured by the clouds moving in. Rain. After the heat this day had brought, she would not be bothered by it. Still, she hoped to be out of this place before the rain would begin to fall.

The sound of something moving into the water did little to alarm Tonravik, initially. It was as she continued to wade in that direction that she imagined it could be a bear, or perhaps a cougar. And so she lets out a low growl while pausing her movement, annoyed that she had been deterred at all. There was little to smell, being surrounded by water. No help at all.