Otatso Wetlands There once was a bittersweet man

A stranger stands ahead. She had nearly forgotten about the possibility strangers.

For a moment she only blinks, appearing as though her mind is devoid of any thought. He is certainly quite a bit larger than her, older too - but she sees no reason to consider him a threat just yet. He has only said hello.

Hello. She returns the greeting in a polite manner, but finds that she has no words to follow it up with. It takes some pondering to create conversation on her end. Who are you?

A fair question to start, she thought. He was not from the creek, nor was he the strange friend of her uncle. Leonore was yet to see a wolf like him before now.