Otter Creek Got to face, need to tell you

"Zola" she gave the woman, raising a paw to press against her chest "Abara." Though surnames meant so little here when faced with being the only of her people. The other wished to know more of Africa, requesting to be told a bit more. She hummed softly, wondering where to start.

"Most is savannah - big field with little trees" she sighs wistfully "all predator and prey have value. All work together to survive" from the little insects to birds to large lions "all have rich culture and history." But there was so much more to it than these simple words.

"We see mountain from savannah, but no tribe wolf go there. Not unless shaman" she heard tales of the medicine wolves going to gather herbs and other things further up "most is flat land. Can see for miles. But others see you too."