Otatso Wetlands Fisher's bite

Since his failed hunt for the fishers the day he met the youngling who had murdered someone. As he found himself closer to the wetlands of the Valley. He sniffed out a lone one this time. This made him eager to hunt, but also colored his thoughts. This one was probably gonna be old and mean. And fisher's were mean anyway. But perhaps there would be afamily and they just hid themselves well.

He dipped his head down and he began the hunt. Yellow eyes on the flickering shadows. Nose to the musty, wet ground. He had to lift his paws alittle higher than he liked, and he stayed away from things that weren't clear and the center of those wetlands. God only knows what predators other than him made their homes there and he wasn't about to find out either. He stuck to the dryer outskirts and he began to track.