Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

Rabbits. He could not argue with that and nodded in approval. They had a lighter taste than some prey, more akin to an upland bird like grouse than other small mammals. It was succulent, delicious, but it could never take the place of a fresh fish for the blue-nosed wolf. "No, me either," he commented. His life so far had been spent equally between pack and lone wolf, though the latter was soon to over take pack life in duration (he inwardly frowned). He had learned to eat when he could, which had been more important before he came here to this paradise of bounty. Carrion, frogs, mice, whatever could be found or caught he had eaten before.

"Fish!" he answered enthusiastically, his tail happily flicking from side to side. "To the point that I am not content to live anywhere I can't fish. Well," he paused, grinning. "I love the water so that's part of the reason too." Perhaps it was evident in his nonchalance about traipsing through wetlands.