Otatso Wetlands but I wouldn't want to live there.

A sound on the air made him pause not long after he had begun. He froze, knee (wolves have knees?) deep in the water, his ears perked and swivelling back and forth upon his head, eyes darting across the terrain while his head remained still. Something had growled nearby. It was faint, so he was probably a safe distance away. Still, a random growl could mean only one thing--his seemingly insane possessed demon bear theory was every so slightly more probable.

For such a large, strong wolf, Lake did have the tendency to be a bit of a baby about the unknown. Deciding it was safe to move again, he ducked his head down low and began to walk silently(ish) and steadily(ish) through the murk. He kept his ears pinned forward, desperate to pick up on the tiniest of sounds that would alert him to the beast's whereabouts. Little did he realize while attempting to settle his wildly throbbing heart, he was actually headed directly towards his alleged foe.