Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

A shiver crept up her spine, prompting the silver-smattered female to glance back in the direction she'd come. Ever since entering the wetlands, she had the strangest sense that she was being watched, but Ptarmigan had for a while ignored it and pressed on. Now that she had stopped, she could feel eyes on her... But whenever she looked around, there was nothing there. It was easily one of the creepiest places she'd ever wandered into, and the watchful spirits weren't helping.

She whipped her head around when the sound of rustling reeds and softly splashing water took on the semblance of an approaching creature. She coiled her body back, puffing up to appear larger in case it was her secret watcher come to take her to a muddy grave... But it was only a wolf that poked out of the gloom. A wolf who, at her front, resembled Ptarmigan in an uncanny way, but who wore a strange band of white right across her lower back. The soft chuffing sound was met by relaxation in Ptarmigan's posture, and with a softly waving tail she whispered, “are you lost too?”