Otatso Wetlands i love you, it's all i do

Whisker's black-as-soot feet continued to take him this way and that over the past couple of weeks. He still had no real direction he was headed, but he had kept his eyes peeled for the missing triplet. Unfortunately, he had not seen her at all. It was too bad, really. Maybe if he had found her, he could have made some connections. He doubted he would see the other two-thirds of the trio again unless he found the missing one.

A splash not too far off caught his attention, and being the inquisitive type, Whisker trotted toward it. What he found was a white wolf (or rather, she *would* have been white) looking rather flustered and out of sorts.

"You okay? Did you fall in?" he asked, approaching with cautious optimism.