Otatso Wetlands There once was a bittersweet man

Growing from a pup to an adolescent is strange thing. In only a matter of a few moons you go from cuddling up next to your maman to preparing yourself to climb the ranks of a pack. Or in Leonore's case, to take your leave.

Leonore had come to understand that some young wolves disperse from their packs to find their own home - and she thought it was a wonderful idea! A home of her own, no need to share. The moment she thought her hunting skills to be adequate, she had prepared to set out. Maybe it was far too soon, maybe it was just the right time. Who was to say?

Now outside of the Creek's little slice of land the world suddenly felt humongous. Far too big for her to ever cover all of it - but that did not mean the barracuda could not try. It would be rather embarrassing to turn back now anyways, she had taken her leave without telling a soul and she was not in the mood to explain herself today.

With a huff of what could only be determination, the once Little Leonore bounded forward with the hope of eventually bumping into something, or someone, to spark her newest and grandest adventure yet.