The cool dark lent no comfort to Alo as she wandered the wetlands. Otatso had a reputation for being a haunted land, the idea of lost souls trapped within the strangely lovely territory was troubling to the Alpha. But she knew no way to free spirits so her visits to the territory were often tinged with a touch of sadness. But the wetlands held herbs like no where else in the Rising Sun Valley, and so she made the trek as the sun set.
A strange vision — inky black with flashing green eyes danced in the distance and a faint chill ran up and down the silver lady's spine. She would not seek it out and instead her mind whispered a soft prayer of protection to Kamali, the one true god. A rush of brackish water, salty and warm hit her abruptly as she sidestepped, spooked by the strange apparition. Sinking into the waters of Otatso was not uncommon, but the waters were never pleasant. Swiftly she moved, front paws clutching at a patch of land as she pulled herself up, fur plastered to her body as she snorted out a blast of salty water. "You test me, Otatso." The female muttered darkly beneath her breath, eyes narrowed to unlovely slits as she looked around.