Otatso Wetlands puppets

Siv was a socialite at heart. She had always found the company of others to be considerably compelling. It was extraordinary that so many different personality types could come together and appreciate one another. It had never been an issue for the Savoy girl to find appealing features in those around her. It did, however, make her thirst for far-away places cumbersome. Settling down had never been part of the plan, but she was doing her best with it.

"Oh, I'm just swell. Say, I was hunting for treasure, but what on earth are you doing out in this muck? Is it part of how you keep your legs so buff? Trudge through the wastes and whatnot," the coywolf inquired with a quirked brow. It would certainly make sense. After all, Siv hadn't been able to free herself from the mud, but Star had been more than capable.