Otatso Wetlands No Faces, Strange Places.

Just looking for some new interaction! :D Bonnie's a hotplate, but also hopefully no physical fights, despite his foul mouth.

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Sundown would prove difficult and disorienting. From the everchanging lands and the cawing of overlooking scavengers, his eyes felt as if they were shifting with great mountains. A great, heavy weight and a force he could not control, spinning him about in circles and granting him no true destination to find fit. North he continued to move, until tall trees were blocking whatever moonlight that would find itself trying to pierce through thick leaves. An aura of secrecy covered him and this place. His vision was obscured, blinded by what was mostly darkness and his nerves likely getting the best of him. Regardless, he could see just enough.

Bonnie felt his paws dip into wet, thick sludge. His paws were unwillingly down in the water, passing through towards an area even he was unsure of. This route felt safer. More secure to him. The mountains were in the distance, that much he knew, and his path was leading him towards Emberwood. None of these names he knew, but slowly he was trying to map his trail.

By now, he'd long scribbled all over his map with trails that didn't exist and lakes that he'd not seen. At this point, he didn't care. Whatever worked. Whatever got him through. A mildly disgusted grunt left his lips, followed by a frustrated huff while he took dramatic step after step through the wetlands. It figured to him that no wolf would dare bother him here. As quiet as he tried to be, nothing would hush the sound of moving water. So be it.