Otatso Wetlands eight

Sounds good to me! Winner winner chiken dinnar~

The path that they had taken from their former setting had taken a bit of time, but Echelon was more than set on leaving the scraps behind. She trailed behind him with watchful eyes, unable to keep from being leery. He could have been leading her into a trap, she supposed at some point on their journey. But it was also perhaps as likely that he was keeping his word as well. So she played it out by ear, hoping that her trailing and awareness was merely coming off as preparing for their supposed hunt.

As he came to a stop, she chose to join him. Her smaller, darker frame stood out against the scenic drop of their locale. There were plenty of tantalizing scents on the breeze, tracks evident through the many trails set before them. And with them, there were also the tracks and marks of their canine brethren. The cold and damp, in spite of their sinking into her bones, did not deter the sharp-eyed gaze she cast before bringing it to her taller temporary companion.

"Our dinner likes this mud-hole?" she said with peculiar disdain.