Otatso Wetlands Weatherwise

Wake gave a single solemn shake of his head. I have not met anyone who resembles you, he informed Esma, voice somewhat apologetic. Though he had coincidentally been to the very same forest with many rivers she spoke of, there had been no packscent there and he saw no utility in telling her that it was still abandoned. She would likely still want to see it for herself.

But there is a pack, Swiftcurrent Creek, in that direction. The snowpanther gestured to the south. Perhaps your family has exchanged one source of water for another.

He expected her to leave after his unhelpful answers, but the springlass with the sunshine eyes surprised him with a conversational offering instead. I hail from the Four Pointed Mountains, he answered, appearing very proud to say so. My family has lived there for more generations than I can count, he wanted to boast. Unfortunately, this seemed an exceptionally cruel thing to say to someone whose family could not be reliably located.

Instead, he told her: Their peaks can touch the clouds, and the forests are so vast that they can house many packs worth of wolves for wintermoons on end without prey running scarce. His tail wagged at his memories of home. It is an idyllic place for someone with much less ambition than myself.