Otatso Wetlands and oh man, if you ever lose your way

AW but maybe @Chusi ?

he had never stopped looking for wardruna.

the days had spanned into weeks, into months, and still imrathil kept a weather eye out for his friend - sometimes feeling hope to see a grey wolf, sometimes feeling solitude wrap around him. he had worried until his form was lean and his mind tired, for the winter's mounting cruelty was inescapable, and imrathil feared the worse.

he was lucky he had found cyclone -- or, cyclone had found him -- and as he prowled the wetlands in search of food, he wondered what might become of their small coterie. they were all relatively healthy - truth be told, he was the weakest link - but he was determined not to be dead weight as he scrounged for food in the lowlands.

this time of year most small prey animals were burrowed deep in the earth, protected from the cold -- but birds could not dig, and imrathil scouted for the familiar sound of woodgrouse or wood duck, his ears cupped attentively forward as the varied sounds of the wetlands rushed to meet him.