Otatso Wetlands that of yourself which you yet know not of

@Danica Set before the thread with Scimitar.

At least the cobwebs hadn't fallen off yet. That was pretty much the only good thing happening to him right now. Green eyes stormy as he shook his pelt, blood drops flew in all directions with a mixture of dry blood. His only reaction though was to twitch his nose, it was actually painful to have bleeding wounds and walking at the same time but did he have a choice? Yes and he chose this path. Paws sank into a patch of muddy ground and he grimaced, as if he wasn't dirty enough. The agouti wasn't really that dirty as he had washed in a nearby stream before arriving at the wetlands, most of his pelt was clean but he doubted that it would be the same when he left this place.

Expressionless, he decided there was no valid reason why he should avoid the wet patches when he was dirty already so he strode straight into the wetlands. Sea green eyes scanned the route in front of him with concealed wariness wondering if there were any wolves here, waiting for him and then pouncing on him, sinking their fangs into his body. He resisted the urge to flinch as the memory came rushing back, nearly pulling him out of his conscious but he was stronger than that. Though it might take a bit of time to put that aside as the past, he was sure that he was able to do that later.

He had not found any trace of his brother yet but he was sure he was on the right track. Just by instinct and how he had managed to find the sea on his way here for that meant Neptune must be guiding him. There was something about this place that made him feel uneasy but he couldn't pinpoint the feeling. The Roman paused in his footsteps.