Otatso Wetlands to know me as hardly golden.

I'm gonna go ahead and fade this if that's cool with you? :)

Fin set herself to picking mint, enjoying the company of the Creek wolf. Her ears perked as he shared the bit about moss, and she canted her head. "Never considered that one..." she admitted, "But yeah, I suppose if you clean most of the dirt from the roots that would work pretty well. I'll bet there's plenty of moss around here too..."

By the end of the day, though, both wolves had mouths far too stuffed with mint to be bothered with searching for any moss to take home to their packs. With herbs in her teeth, Fin finally poked a friendly muzzle against Luka's and took her leave, making the long trek back to the Caldera.