Otatso Wetlands puppets

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The stranger seemed to spring to life the moment that they caught sound of Siv’s cries for help. The coywolf female knew that her booming voice would come in handy one of those days. When the creature seemed to close the distance between them, Siv found herself slightly worried at the sight of the other wolf. She was beautifully coated in a rich pelt of white that seemed to account for more than half of her body weight. The only issue was that Siv did not believe this white wolf could actually yank her from the mud where she was stuck. Drawing her bright blue gaze backwards, the coywolf allowed for the smaller creature to take hold of her scruff and yank her free of the goop in a matter of minutes. Once on the roots of the willow tree, Siv glanced towards the stranger with a lopsided grin and flagged her mud-stained tail softly so that she would not slosh on her knight in white armor.
“Gee whiz, that was neat. You lift weights or something?” she inquired with a tilt of her head in the direction of her savior. The Savoy girl was still entirely thrown back by the white wolf’s abilities. Trying to overcome this shock, she glanced towards her companion with a thankful expression, wondering where that left them.