Otatso Wetlands No Faces, Strange Places.

"You ask me if I'm looking to join? I just told you I didn't even know it existed." Planting his dusty paw back down into the sloshing waters, he felt the chill from the winds ice down his damp skin. Leaning back uncomfortably, he squinted his eyes and flared his nostrils.

"I can handle myself." 

Maybe this stranger wasn't entirely wrong. Bonnie was defiant all the while, quietly shutting what would truthfully be a generous offer. It was a generous offer for how he was behaving. He put some distance between him and the stranger, flaring his teeth out in a grimace. Grinding them, second by second, to self soothe. Terrifying beasts of wolves who roamed these lands? Bad wolves, as he said? Looking him up and down, he took a few quick breaths through his nose. Bonaro wasn't.. inherently too threatened feeling. This wolf seemed cowardly- interesting for having nearly CHARGED him.