Otatso Wetlands the other side

/hops in :D

After a number of more long-distance trips, Bazi had decided to chart the territories closer to home in greater detail. She was beginning to establish herself within the pack as both a scout and a hub of information, seeking wolves out to inform them of the latest happenings.

The wetlands were far from her favourite, but they were close,and she half-hoped to find Lecter skulking around. Her interest in the mysterious medic grew with each passing day - the way you might find yourself unable to stop staring at a particularly gross-looking deformation. The darkness and swampy stink of the place suited him much better than the clean, refreshing scent of the Creek.

It wasn't Lecter that appeared in her line of sight. Amekaze cut a dark, folorn figure against the background of gloomy greens, walking with a certain tired slouch. Ferdie had groomed the bright-white Eta to a shine that morning, and she was easy to spot among the foliage - nevertheless, it seemed a bit creepy (a bit Haunter-like) to sit there and wait to be noticed. Bazi re-arranged her posture, shoulders back but tail neutral, and begged the stranger's attention with a series of gentle barks. She looks thin, was one of her first thoughts.