Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

The wetland was a large, impressive thing, but so long as one did not travel in circles it did not go on forever. "Sure is," Luke nodded. "Just follow that," he gestured with his muzzle toward a small creek channel. It was the artery of the wetland, where it ended the wetland did not stretch much further except in flood conditions. He knew for certain where it ended in the north, as it was here that he entered. He did not follow the channel closely, but it was there, just off to the side of them. To the south, he would guess that a lake or larger stream could be found.

"Not a fan?" he questioned with a silly smile and a cant of his head. He flexed his toes, feeling the muck between them, and his nose breathed the pungent smell of the soggy territory. It was a different beast; certainly not for everyone. He himself would not want to live here.