Otatso Wetlands Frog hunting.

The red eyed female scraped her paw over the muddy grounds until a fat frog caught behind her paw and flipped over. Scarlett was quick to picked it up. She chewed on the amphibian with an open mouth before swallowing. She moved one meter further to find another one. She was just about to bite it when someone spoke up. Her head lifted and the fat frog quickly jumped into a nearby pool. Scarlett moved her pink tongue past her maw to minimize the blood on her muzzle. A kind smile tugged on her lips, not bitter that the frog escaped, there were so many of them.

She liked the frogs as a light snack. Easy to get, too. "Oh, hello!," she greeted kindly. The pale stranger in front of her went through a scan by her blood colored eyes. He didn't seem to be 100% wolf but also not like those dogs either. Frankly, Scarlett liked the dogs, she wanted to help but they were all so timid towards her. They saw her as a monster. This one didn't, otherwise he wouldn't have greeted her. "Also here for some quick frog snacking?," Scarlett wondered. She remembered how she learned Néa to catch frogs. Her little Néa. She would be close to being one year old. How the time flies.