Otatso Wetlands glow in the dark

Rumor had it that the spirits of long lost wolves haunted these wetlands. It thus seemed appropriate for the shadow of a little red wolf to be here. Dragging herself through the brackish waters, she sneezed as a particularly foul odor invaded her nostrils. She sneezed again, but when she looked down, a rather peculiar creature blinked up at her. Its eyes were small and yet strangely luminescent. Glow in the dark. Had it been any other day, the little red wolf might have screamed in terror. Today, she merely snorted at the fish and ignored it. The fish shed a small tear. The ground could only be seen in strips of light and shadow, and it made traversing the wetlands difficult. Trees gasped and heaved above her, and she felt her own lungs match their labored breathing. It had been only a week or two since she had become a member of Swiftcurrent Creek, but its implications were already heavy upon her heart. How could she have known that she would have become so attached to one of the wolves in rivaling pack? It was a story that she felt was twisted in its plot, and she silently glared at whoever had written it. Even now, she glared as she gazed upwards into the sunlight and waited for her eyes to see speckles and spots.