Otatso Wetlands raven's cry

The plan had been to head home, to head back to the Glacier, to see if anything interesting had happened during her short time away. She enjoyed traveling away from the pack's territory more often than not, but always made a point to return back to it every now and again. Somehow, though, Sen had found herself taking a small detour. She'd visited the Wetlands once before, only to be disappointed by the lack of the ghosts she didn't even believe in, but there she was, entering the area once again. Nothing had brought her there. No ghosts, no scents, no desires, nothing. She'd gone simply to go. Maybe part of her wanted to get in one more sight before heading back to Duskfire, or maybe part of her was carrying there for some hidden reason. Whatever the case, she'd later discover it.

Sen's motions, and thoughts, came to a pause when she spotted the form of another wolf. The lupine's coat was nearly black, but not quite, and she couldn't see their face from the direction she was approaching. A small grin made itself known across her maw as she drew closer. "New to these parts?" she inquired. "Haven't seen you around before."