Otatso Wetlands Overtime

She felt like a panther, cautiously moving root to root, avoiding touching the ground. To others she may look like a perfect stalker, a huntress in the water; though she didn't want to touch the mud. A smile coyed to her face, waiting and watching along with Taikon, lurking in the back while he too jumped to a root.

Her nose waved into the air, Célnes could smell just two near. Perhaps the muskrats? Rodent-like, her fruity-eyes glazed over to Taikon and motioned her snout to the right, where she could faintly smell them. She held downwards, trying to make herself undetectable from them in particular, but still refraining from stepping into the mog until the time came.

She really didn't want to go into it.