Otatso Wetlands where will you go

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She was hurting. Bleeding. Raw, and scared.
Her wounds had started to crust over, her body taking over when her mind could not. She didn't understand why it had happened, for she had tried to be only kind and gentle. She had been polite and pleasant. Though her mother had taught that wolves were dangerous, nothing like this had ever happened before. This was strange and new and terrifying. Nobody could help her.

Umi was hurt badly enough that she could no longer hunt. Her footsteps were weak on the soaked wetlands, paws barely skimming over the muddied surface as she made her way through the shadowy trees. She limped along, lonely, afraid.

Death felt like it was closing in on her. Soon enough, her ribs would show through more than they already were. She would starve to death if infection didn't kill her. The white beast had left her in rough shape.

In what she thought were her hours of death, Umi laid herself down beneath a great, wise willow tree. It was dry, its roots flooding into the moist water of the Otatso. Her eyes grew watery. Softly, she sang.

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...
Between the salt water and the sea strands...