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

a wolf across the floodplains. she saw him first, her chuff alerting him he was not alone.

val's ears shot forward abruptly, his senses scrambling to place the location of the noise. a pale, slight figured interloper with a bloodmark upon her chest.

val's attention was fraught; the waft of scent pulled elsewhere, but here was a wolf in the flesh commanding his attention.

he thought of aves, and how he might handle such a situation. his voice turned from gravelly to wary, his eyes hooded in the way he had often seen aventus carry himself.

for a brief time val considered speaking -- but something in the back of his mind cautioned him against it. quickly, the boy slipped off into the woods.