Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

The chill on the air promised that winter months would be quick to reach them. Snow worried him. It was hard to survive when the cold washed in and covered everything in white. If they didn’t find themselves a group to mooch off, or settle into something for themselves… well, Reno didn’t want to imagine how far the journey to warmer terrain would be. His paws felt like they’d been walking for years.

The scent of the gang was heavy on the air in the wetlands. The cowboy sniffed in several places and found their scent was strong – stronger than it had been further back. It meant he was getting closer, or it meant they were growing their numbers. Neither of those things were bad, unless Colt had earned his followers through blind promises.

Pausing in the muck, Reno drew his head back and called for @Colt. His scouting trip would offer some information, at least.