Otatso Wetlands the other side

Bazi's had a similar problem - no matter how much she stared, Amekaze's jet black fur swallowed her contours and made it difficult to pick out any details. The thick stole of errant fur about the stranger's neck gave her a wild appearance, but the softness of her voice told a different story. Bazi extended her neck to sniff in return, but couldn't pick out any place she knew.

"Yes," she replied, studying Amekaze curiously, "But just nearby; this swamp is free, of course. Do you live here, by yourself?" Perhaps she was a witch-doctor in her own right.