Otatso Wetlands Turn the sound of defeat into your battle cry

Danica looked down with distaste and skirted a particularly muggy patch of ground, her paws already soaked from traversing the wetlands upon which she now stood. Her reason for leaving the Glacier was a sound one... lately a loner had been hanging around and she was investigating the area. Though not an outrider, at the moment that didn't matter. Njal and Tuwawi were busy with a family and running a pack. Others needed to step in for the rest.

She had met most of her packmates and they got along fine, luckily. There were still a few she had not, and the matter of that new girl, Arabella. Only time would tell how that would end up. For the most part things were going smoothly, minus the lynx activity. They didn't need loners making threats on the borders. She'd been extra attentive to the boundaries of late, but had decided to be a bit more proactive this time.

It seemed she had gotten off the trail, though. Currently she was what some would say was dangerously close to her old home, but Danica wasn't too bothered. This was neutral ground, and while she didn't particularly want to run into her old packmates, there wasn't much they could say about her being there. She would need to turn around soon, though. It was quite a trip back and she didn't want to be gone for too long. She'd lost the stranger's scent ages ago, but something kept her going. Probably damnable curiosity. She had the urge to see how the Creek was faring since she left. Last vestiges of loyalty, perhaps. Not that she could get close enough to find out.