Otatso Wetlands No Faces, Strange Places.

the man confronted him! lestan stumbled back some steps in the water, eyes narrowing. "sorry i-i thought you were someone else," he stuttered, as if the situation could be helped. his eyes took in the bristling fur, the angered eyes. 
the way that the man thrust himself close!
lestan retreated farther, though eventually he held his defiant own in the water.
"you are close to swiftcurrent creek," he managed, despite his extreme unease.