Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

Somehow it happened that all evil was associated with the black color most of the time. Saruman from LOTR probably was the only exception. Though Hedda would have turned out the way she was, even if she had been pink and purple since birth. It was your personality, who made, who you were, and not the shade of your pelt.

The assumption that the girl couldn't have drowned here just because she had been familiar with the place and was a healer seemed very silly to the witch. Even so that she let out a little amused chuckle. People were so naive, as if life had taught them nothing... After casting a more thorough glance at the young wolf before her, she understood that this specimen was quite young and couldn't have had much bad in her life to learn from. Well, the good thing about bad things was that you did not have to look for them. They fell upon you at the most unexpected moment.

"Are you sure? Because there are many rotting corpses here," she beckoned to the spots, where a deep water-filled hole had disguised itself as an innocent shallow puddle. "How do you know that the friend you are looking for... are not among them?"