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

yakone, too, was following a trail in the wetlands. her own pursuit was no less carnal than that of the other wolf roaming nearby, but of a decidedly different nature. the scent of a hare drove her forward, her eyes trained on the unmistakable tracks it left behind.

at least, until she noticed the other wolf in the wetlands. she froze when she saw the dark figure, head lifting to survey him with alert ears and curious eyes. after a moment, she decided to test the waters with a cautious chuff in his direction. he seemed to be tracking something, too, but not the same trail kona was following, so she hung back, wary of aggression from the stranger in defense of his own prospective meal.