Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

For a time Saena made an effort to avoid the thickest stretches of water, but eventually even she had to admit it was inefficient. She detested getting dirty, but taking more than a day to reach the Grotto was less worth it than keeping her legs clean, so she gritted her teeth and plunged headlong into the mire.

Not long after that, Stark found her and drew her attention with a woof. Saena froze in her tracks and turned her head slowly to regard him. The black pelt made her heart leap into her throat, but his physique was as unlike Reek as he could get. He was strapping where her ex was spindly. He was well kept, at least as much as a traveler could be, where Reek was dirty and dingy. Stark was attractive, in fact, a thought that set her further on edge. Attractive and potentially dangerous.

She lifted her head to better regard him and, with shoulders hunched defensively, called out, "Are you from Larksong?" She knew of no other packs out this way, and if he was, he surely already knew who she was and probably why she was there. Being discreet was hardly worth it if he already knew.