Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

Trespassers had been few and far between since the birth of Tuwawi's litter. Either it was luck, or the now formidable size of Swiftcurrent Creek was making wanderers think twice about straying near (and by near, the territorial Beta meant anywhere east of the Sunspire range).

Nevertheless, Bazi did not immediately sound the alarm when she scented damp fur. The east was wide open, and the wetlands erected a wall of dank, swampy smell between the grasslands and the black unknown. In all likelihood, this was just a wolf passing through, but she could not let whoever it was trek unaccompanied towards the mountains.

It didn't take long to find him. Vegetation thinned at the swamp's border, but a particularly vast tree caught Bazi's eye. She stepped forward, her footfalls feather-light against the grass, and sniffed the air cautiously. There was a wolf nearby, though his scent was odd somehow.