Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

They’d figure it out. They always did, somehow.

Reno shifted away from the man while he coughed and sputtered. The dusty wolf eyed their surroundings with a curious glint to the gold of his gaze. They needed to get out of the wetlands. They were sitting ducks, if those wolves decided they wanted revenge.

Hesitant as he was, Reno hoped that this young girl had sparked a sense of humanity in Briggs – that they were headed toward a better future.