Otatso Wetlands sharing transcripts, while we over here dipping and dancing

that scent! val had smelled it before, last spring -- and even caught secretive wisps of it here and there in ursus a few weeks before. he had known, darkly, that to pursue it would put his life on the line.

but now it was here, plain in the snow. the tracks more than a day old, preserved by the calm wind and gentle cloudy weather.

he knew following it was a fool's errand, but he found himself carried away. it frustrated him, it awoke something in him, and for the first time in his life val was seized by an undeniable biological imperative which had him in a stranglehold.