Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

Luke considered the question for a moment. Truthfully, he was not headed that way. He had come from there, and had been making his way south to his usual haunting grounds where he would wait (and wait some more) for a call that could not come soon enough. But time was something he had a lot of, and company something he sorely lacked on many days. So with a graceful jump and pivot, he spun so that he was now facing that direction with Ovaltine.

"I am now," he winked. "Race you!" Without waiting even a breath to see if the other male was game, the pale wolf bolted. Chunks of muck and grass flew into the air behind him, water drenched his fur and the wetland painted the lower half of him in muddy brown. Frogs made haste to leap out of the way and marsh birds took flight. His tail swung wildly to and fro, as his long sprinting strides were punctuated with intermittent leaps and bounds, done out of sheer joy.