Otatso Wetlands puppets

Oh! Thank you so much! :) <3

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That was it! Right there! Out of the corner of her eye, Siv caught sight of a white object. Being a white object, the wolf happened to stand out from the muck like a sore thumb, which made the spotting of her lonesome figure all the easier for the coywolf girl. Because of the wolf’s size and dimensions, Siv happened to think that they were much further away than they actually happened to be. When her jaws parted and her tongue lolled from her gaping lips, the blue-eyed wonder let out a yap in hopes that the white figure would hear her. If that didn’t work, Siv was ready to turn up the boom-box charm. Trying her best to wiggle partially out of the muck, the Savoy girl only happened to sink herself deeper so that she was buried to her elbows and struggling for an escape. “Oi! Hot damn, can you help a sister out?!” she bellowed at the white wolf who seemed to have taken to perching on a log. If anything, Siv hoped that this was a wolf and not some obscure poltergeist who had appeared to teach her some sort of awful lesson.