Otatso Wetlands that of yourself which you yet know not of

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It seems she was a glutton for punishment, for last time she was here she had meet up with a Creek wolf, and yet here she was, back again. She could understand the appeal of outriding a bit now, not that she wanted the title for herself. It was nice getting a glimpse at how others outside of your own were doing, for curiosity's sake. Not that she cared overly much about their fates outside of the friends she still had scattered about. She barely had the energy for caring for her own pack mates.

She stopped when she heard another nearby, pinpointing his location. Creek? No, in fact no pack scent pervaded here. So a loner, and a possibly injured one by the smell of blood that he carried.

Determining a lone, unaffiliated wolf as a low threat, she approached him, noting the injuries still visible. "Hasn't anyone ever told you, in a fight, your supposed to kick the shit out of the other guy, not the other way around?" She intoned by way of greeting, a small smirk telling of her jesting nature. He seemed familiar, though she couldn't place it.