Otatso Wetlands You can pay uncle sam with the overtime

Notoriety would have been flattering, but likely detrimental too. She’d heard nothing of the place Wren called home, but like the Rise it was likely a matter of distance. Many miles of land stretched between the Rise and the Wetlands, and she’d never been this far East. ”Yeah, couple o’ days of travel,” She said with a light shrug. Not too difficult for her, considering most of the travel had been flat and in fair weather. 

Lilia didn’t find the place that unusual. ”Eh, lowlandth like thith tend to have lot-th of either runnin’ or thtandin’ water tho I’m not too thurprithed,” She said. After all, Frogspawn Swamp and Cricket Creek Bog were near her own pack lands- she saw this sort of territory lots. ”Doeth your creek lead to thith wetlandth?” she asked. Perhaps it was the way Wren had found her way here.

She felt herself being checked out, and didn’t flinch. She noted the heron in her peripheral vision as it strode out into the water, staring hard as it watched for fish. She cracked a toothy grin. ”That maketh two of uth,” She said.