Otatso Wetlands Waterfowls

Olor followed the ash-furred waif at a brisk pace. Not enough to keep side by side with her, but enough to keep her in sight. But, she did dart away once to a cliff, making him snort with annoyance. He followed Ollie to the cliff, only to blink in wonderment when he saw the valley below. It looked so much like home.

He was just as excited as Ollie when they travelled down the mountainside to the lands below. He immediately started running to the wetlands nearby, delighted by the familiar sight. Ollie ran in front of him, crashing into the mud and reeds. He hopped in the damp soil as well, enjoying the lovely squelch the mud made.

The silent wolf was distracted from his nostaliga by a hiss that he recognized. His dark brown eyes locked on the growling Ollie and he walked towards her, glaring at the swan on her nest. He moved Ollie back, knowing that the male would be nearby.