Otatso Wetlands Overtime

It was muddy, but as Célnes held an especially dark pelt, the mud didn't look too different from her normal tones. A lighter look stared out, with a persona of a pleasant smile simply staring out. She followed the golden man to his locations, as she took fully what was new. She heard so much life, but all seemed to be drawn near the waters.

She wondered what could be lurking.

"What do you reccommend hunting here?" She took note of the difficulty it may be, and lifted herself out of the murk and onto a dried root. The Déorwine wasn't too pleased on the location that was given, but didn't let it show.