Otatso Wetlands Overtime

He found Célnes we, but no longer filthy as she walked back to him. The prince was a sore sight. His coat was smattered with muck in virtually every flavour of brown. She, in stark contrast, was as elegant as ever despite her soaked fur. The hunter also seemed pleased with him, as she told him he had done well. He let a small smile slip across his lips, tail waving slowly behind him. Well, you were excellent, he told her, meaning it deeply. He hadn't really seen the kerfuffle of her tripping over a root and falling on top of their quarry.
Should we head back? Taikon gestured toward Whitebark. The travel had taken them some time from the Maplewood. The wetlands were certainly no place to be in the dark. Everything was a tripping hazard, and the moisture made everything cooler and more unpleasant than usual.