Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

For a split second, an altercation of some sort seemed likely. Bazi tensed, but the delivery of her final question seemed to seize Fang's attention - and for once, the girl did not allow her temper to run away with her.

"That, uhh, that'd be me. These wetlands sort of soak into your coat a bit."

"Your fur's.. different," she observed unhelpfully, cocking her head to one side. Had he adapted to some far-away place, devoid of swamps and other rubbish that liked to stick to fur? "Different markings, different texture. Why?"