Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

*points at avatars* Let's chew on sticks together! ;)

A voice called out, and Ovaltine tilted his head to one side while located the source. The white-coated, blue-nosed wolf was easy to spot in the damp darkness of the wetlands. The other male seemed to have nabbed a rather large bullfrog, a feat that Ovaltine had not been able to accomplish. Perched atop the boulder, Ovaltine leapt down onto the marsh floor, which splashed further muck on his legs and underbelly. If anybody had ever called this place home, Ovaltine pitied them.

"Nice catch," he beamed, eyeballing the other's muzzle where the frog was currently pinned between two jaws. Ovaltine had no intention of stealing another man's prey, though the thought did pass his mind. "Do you know this place well?" the drifter inquired. A name for it was what he sought, though Ovaltine would have been satisfied with more knowledge about the area in general. The other was downwind from him, or Ovaltine might have noted that the frog hunter was a loner as well.