Otatso Wetlands Weatherwise

As commanded by her warning, Wake came no further than allowed and pressed his ears forward to catch her name. Esma. Though loathe to feel the cold, squelching ground on his behind, he reclined as she did, if only to reiterate that he would match her energy, continue only on her terms. Just to make her feel comfortable.

He tilted his head. Do you know this wetland well?