Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

When no wolf emerged, Bazi circled around the tree, giving it a wide berth in case a quick exit would be required. Sure enough, a wolf - or at least wolf-like creature - was nestled among the tree roots. Bazi stared at him across the ten or fifteen meters of buffer she had created. He was quite scrawny, all limbs, with a strange pattern to his coat. The northern girl had never met a half-breed, but she was a small-minded creature, and anything different raised an alarm in her. She came to a halt in front of him, posture on the cautious side of neutral and tail swinging idly above the grass.

"You're about to come up to claimed land," she warned him - it did not matter if he skirted the edge; the Swiftcurrent wardens would be upon him all the same. "If you go north, you'll end up at the coast. It's a clear run from there to .. wherever." The words came out with a not-so-mild hint of distaste. Tiárnan had gone to wherever, only to appear in Silvertip Mountain a few months later. Coward.