Otatso Wetlands Weatherwise

A cold front approached. Winter’s Wake knew that the wetlands would not make for a pleasant place to be once the temperatures dropped, but the further south he traveled, the wetter the land seemed to get, much to his annoyance. He inadvertently made a path for the marshland some due miles east, and in assuming (incorrectly) that it would get no better any faster if he changed course, the winterwolf surged ahead without deviation.

On top of this, no matter how gently he stepped, the earth squelched under his weight. It seemed there would be no hunting that overcast day. He expected to go hungry for the night.

To cheer himself up, he paused to admire his reflection in a murky puddle. But alas, this drab representation of himself brought him no joy either.