Otatso Wetlands eight

editing in a conclusion because it's been a while without responses.

As the stubbly-antlered ungulate circled on them, Echelon closed in dangerously with a snarl.  She had little qualms of goading the bull and simply dared him to charge her; to do so would have been his swift end at the jaws of her lighter counterpart unquestionably.  But he did not, instead holding his ground bitterly and huffing.  All for show, biding his time on the off chance they were joined by or blindsided by attack from another.  They were but two wolves with a small herd regrouping on the fringes of the hollowed wood beyond.

Whether or not the hunt was successful is anyone's guess.  A certain contentedness had come about to Echelon however and as darkness fell across the wilds, she eventually ventured off without so much of a parting set of words to her new found companion. Such was the way of the wild she was from, and whether or not they would ever meet again was another story altogether.