Otatso Wetlands the time's come to play

Migraines make posting harder wowe

Who had he been up against, a stranger or his own stubborn doubts? That thought was far too deep for Njal right now. A big gray fella. I caught him near.. Near where again? Pretty far back, actually. The mountains. That little creek he had been brooding near, with the willow tree. Right. Near.. Somewhere. It was yesterday, or last night, or something. He couldn't really remember. That wasn't a good sign, was it.