Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

Ovaltine had spent the night in a forest just outside Redtail Rise. If it had a name, he did not know it. He had crossed the plains, heading south and was now trudging through murky wetlands. During winter, the place must have been a different kind of hell. In this hot weather, though, Oval welcomed the cool water that came up to his stomach in most places. He wondered if the whole thing froze during winter and if wolves ever found themselves frozen in the low waters. That would have been a terrifying thing to experience, no doubt.

He had managed to hunt and kill a rabbit while he'd been traversing the plains, which would fill his belly for a time. The time between his meals was always longer than he would have liked, but it was not his to determine. The world around him tended to have more control over that. Ovaltine made his way to a boulder that jutted from the ground, leaping atop it and shaking the water free from his coat. If he didn't find the other side of these wetlands soon, he be forced to go back the way he had come.