Otatso Wetlands eight

@Echelon! i can roll for our hunt success later. hope we get sommin gewd

The ground was mushy with melted snow, shooting up dried stalks of grass that crunched or bended under his step. The male slowed his earth-eating trot. The wind began to pick up, a soft whirr over the brown landscape, traveling over the coarse hairs of his spine and ruff, bringing with it scents to his finely tuned nose.

Dovev's trot had settled into a meandering but purposeful walk, his footfalls quiet and placed against the hardened mud of the northern wetlands. The small inlets and streams had sunk to puddles that were icy around the edges. There wasn't enough ponds and swampish lands here that Dovev had to swim, but his paws were quickly becoming trenched in cold mud. Stopping on a patch of dried grass, he glanced over his shoulder to see if the ebony Iqsi was still behind him.