Otatso Wetlands No Faces, Strange Places.

The strange slush of ice and the pooling of melted smow certainly wasn't pleasant. Repeatedly, his paws broke through the layer of ice trying to top the space; albeit, he could see where other animals had done the same. Maybe it was another meal of his. If he chose to go for something here, even if it tasted how it smelled, if it was guarded by another slobby puppy, he'd lose his mind.

It didn't take long for that noise to slice his ears. Walking, and not ceasing in noise either. Bold, bold, bold. At that, his own trot came to an immediate stop, paws leaning his entire weight AWAY from the approacher. His chest rose, fell, quicker and quicker while his fur came to a spicy hot, pointy bristle. When the other came into sight, Bonnie was long since fired up, leaning away and squinting with an unsure stare. Angered, but certainly uncomfortable.

One thing Bonnie didn't do to deescalate it though was look away. Or speak, for that matter. Instead, he did quite the opposite, and while he started walking away, he stared the other square in the eyes while he did it, only to soon come to a stop when he realized the stranger wasn't LEAVING either. Stare... Stare.. SQUINT.