Otatso Wetlands puppets

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The coywolf female was fairly certain that she had seen most of the wilderness that had surrounded the caldera, and even some of the coast, but she had yet to see anything beyond that. Siv liked to pride herself as an adventurous young girl, but she could hardly hold that pride when all she did was hang around the riverbed waiting for fish to jump into her flapping mouth. So, on that particular day, the Savoy girl had decided that she would take to the road and find herself where she never thought she could.
And she certainly did…
Knee-deep in muck and mud, Siv tried to trudge through the wetlands with little to no success. Her long legs – she knew – had to be good for something, but even they were not aiding her in the mess that she had floundered into. It was fair to say that the environment had not appeared very welcoming in the first place, but her spirited personality had just tempted her to delve deeper and that was precisely what she had done; Siv had gone deeper. The muck was gathering up to her chest and she peered down at it with a look of mild fear and disgust on her narrow features. With a huff, the coywolf female paused in her trek and looked to the cloudy sky for assistance.