Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

For someone, who had happened to be in the witch's garden and caught stealing apples (a very long metaphor) the girl seemed to be very bold, for she rather than showing fear in Hedda's presence, mustered up the courage to stand straight and keep her voice from quivering. Therefore the dark she-wolf came to a halt in a distance that was polite and safe for the other. Trespassing in the comfort zone, however, was very tempting. But reminding herself that she would have plenty of time to do that, she remained, where she was.

A strange place to look for someone - that was the first thought that came to Hedda's mind. She furrowed her brown and cast a glance around - they were somewhere in the middle of the area, plenty of water around and less grass and solid ground to walk on. It would not surprise her, if there were some tricky places too - a little and seemingly shallow puddle could turn out to be a deadly trap that brought you underwater and you drowned. She would not be surprised, if the person the white wolf was searching, had met this kind of fate. With the slight possibility that it had come this way at all.

"No," she said in a bored voice, turning her gaze back to the white wolf. "Though if the wolf in question got lost here - then he or she most likely is not walking among the living anymore," she added as a matter-of-fact.