Otatso Wetlands puppets

if you're not okay with me getting her out just yet, let me know.

Star noticed the coy-wolf soon after she yapped. Star watched her syruggle for a moment, before she asked Star to help a sister out. "Alright." She said. She got up off the log, and was actually rather relieved that she had an excuse to get off it. She hurried forward. Her feet squelched in the mud and she sank a bit each step, but not as deep as this unfortunate canine. She came nearby and her feet begun to sink where she stood. "Uh-oh," she said and looked around for somewhere to stand. If only that log were over here. Nearby was a blackened willow. She climbed onto the protruding roots that peeked out of the ground. She awkwardly bent forward and bit the other wolf's fur gently, by the area on the neck where a young wolf is carried. Of course, this wolf was older than Star and heavier, and so she had difficulty. With a grunt, she managed to lift the muddy wolf from the sucking creature that was the mud onto the roots.