Otatso Wetlands glow in the dark

Her ankle still hurt. Though the sprain was minor, it was still enough to affect her movement. So with the terrain against her, and her body failing her, she saw no reason to hurry through the wetlands. Being careful to stick to parts where she could see the bottom of floors--she did not wish to be bitten by anything unexpected--she broke her gaze from the sun and continued onwards, only to smell a certain pack. Her hackles raised instinctively, and yet her nerves were frayed. She narrowed her eyes while continuing to sniff until she found the pack wolf. Or did she? Tilting her head, she was not sure whether the light was playing with her eyes, or if she truly was seeing what she was seeing. No, it could not be. She began to stumble forward towards the strange creature, convinced that she was seeing an impossibility, a possibility, a reality. "Have you come to save me?" she said. Maybe this was a creature from the Lost Woods sent to guide her out of her present darkness. Her fairy. Sent by the Great Tree himself. The filtered light continued to cough out sparkles of white. She felt another sneeze coming on but quickly dismissed it by looking at the light.