Otatso Wetlands the time's come to play

The man was breathing heavily, so heavily in fact that the spirited voice came as a surprise to him. His ears pivoted back, and then up again in alertness. With a huff he took a grander breath and gathered his wits. The entity that sat before him was small, but definitely canine in origin. At first he thought it could be a fox, but as he realized it was in fact a wolf, Njal was satisfied. He jolted up upon her command and staggered, with his eyes upon the cracked log, and slid his attention back to the child.

It was a child, right? Tiny, thin, alone - Njal was struck by a sudden need to covet the strange creature. A log is no home for a wolf. He announced, and his words slurred softly, likely from the exhaustion and possible infection to his wound. The man swallowed despite the dryness in his throat - and noticed the squirrel. What ah, what have you got there?