Otatso Wetlands yellow aura

Kesik couldn't say he liked this place exactly, but if you looked closely, there where a variety of strange creatures running around. But what had truly drawn him to this swamp was a scent, a small tuft of red fur snagged on a crooked bush. The scent was become more tantalizing, more real, and Kesik caught a blur of red up ahead. He gasped, the smell of fox evident now. Glancing worriedly at the little mouse held in his jaws, he hoped it was an appropriate gift. He gave a little yip and approached the beautiful flame red fox. He stepped forward and bowed his head."Greeting ma'am. I am Kesik." He smiled at her, head lifted from the little bow. "It is truly a honor to meet another fox in these forests."