Otatso Wetlands Kausittualuk

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@Atshen & @Keelut

From the north, she had ventured, but it was neither out of desperation nor necessity that she’d traveled so far away. Gripped tightly by her own curiosity, she’d not thought twice prior to setting out on her person expedition. The tale she’d heard from an elder about a cousin who’d settled in the south had enticed her, the idea that an Apaata could be satisfied living anywhere other than the north being a peculiar thing. Something of great interest must have kept him from returning to his true home, or so was her belief, and so she’d set out with the desire to look across the lands that he’d left his mark upon. For so long she had traveled, too, getting caught in storms of varying degrees and then later finding herself to have been moving in circles afterwards. It’d been a frustrating trek through and through, but never had she turned back, for Chulyin refused to return with her tail between her legs. She would see the land that had claimed a relative, or she would die trying.

When at last she’d entered the Teekon Wilds, she hadn’t the slightest of clues. Everything in the south looked the same to her, especially since she’d never before visited it. For several hours, she’d loped around in search of something of great interest, but had, ultimately, been disappointed. Disappointment turned into frustration when she’d stumbled across the wetlands, the feeling of the soft terrain underfoot rather unsettling. She was no stranger to water, having visited the sea countless times before, but this new land that she’d happened to find was nothing of the sort. Never could she recall having felt the earth squish between her toes in the same manner as it currently did, nor did she wish to remember it. The sensation was vile at best, and so onward the yearling continued, seeking a way out of the mess that she had, quite literally, gotten herself into.

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