Otatso Wetlands puppets

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Siv listened to the explanation of the wolf’s reason for having such strong legs and with a frown, glanced down to her own spindly limbs. Her legs weren’t so bad. They were tall and lean, like stilts for wolves, and they carried her places. Still, it would have been nice to get herself out of that mess instead of having to call over the white-haired hero. “Maybe I ought to start doin’ that. We can be work-out buddies, and you’ll teach me how to get buff,” Siv said with what she hoped was a cool and convincing smile on her goofy face.
There was a question that followed the remark on Star’s steady legs, and Siv tossed her ears forward in order to capture it. She’d inquired as to how the coywolf girl had even gotten stuck. With a sheepish expression, Siv glanced to her companion with blue eyes and shrugged her narrow shoulders. “Well, you see… there was this creature in the trees,” or she had thought there was a creature in the trees, “and I was out here to go treasure hunting, and I was certain that this thing was comin’ in fast for my treasure. Got so scared that I dropped my shells in the muck and then I got myself cemented,” she explained with a confident nod of her head. It seemed like a likely story for the coywolf girl, but then again… she was full of stories.