Otatso Wetlands catch that bird! it's been stealing my hair to make a nest!

it's dim here, and muddy and lonely and overall unpleasant; it reminds him of home. he likes it. he doesn't see the boy perched at a high point among the grass as he trudges onto higher ground, tired of the murky water around his legs — until an ill-fated dragonfly is snatched from the air. he pauses, blinking and searching the grass for the culprit.
he spots a pair of ears and decides to approach. "having fun?" he inquires when he thinks he's close enough, coming upon the strange wolf moments later. he's young, small and painted greyscale, but he can't see his face yet. belatedly he notices the scattered feathers and bird shit, the rejected pieces of bug, and thinks well shit, there's my answer, guess i can go — but he doesn't. he's bored, so he waits.