Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

By this time he had grounded himself once more, with worries and bothers becoming like water off a duck's back, as they had been before, should have always been, and will remain. The park had been the first area that he had not simply passed through, and the first time he had begun establishing new relationships since he left home. He could not fault himself for getting caught up in them. So with his mind and heart clear, he opted for a game of chase the frog.

Many did not prefer wetlands, but the blue-nosed wolf did. For one, frogs were delicious, if one could catch them, and they were bountiful in these places. Luke loved the water and did not mind the mud, so as he made his way through the wetlands snapping at frogs he was as content as could be. His gaze was so trained on the marsh in search of his quarry he almost did not notice the light brown wolf headed his way. His teeth closed on a plump bull frog, and it was when he lifted his head with long flailing legs jutting out either side of his mouth did he spot the other.

"Hey!" he called around the still-struggling prey.