Otatso Wetlands will you be ready when the straw-boss calls?

resigned as she was, the redleaf woman could not turn down an opportunity to hunt alongside nunataq. their last several endeavors had ended quite poorly and indra was loathe to release a poor hunter to the world. catching the pleading look in the dark masked juvenile’s eyes, indra rejoined with a bob of her round muzzle.

the scent of muskrat must have been what nunataq had unearthed; its damp scent clung to the rivergrass and threaded between clusters of tussock and stone. drawing alongside nunataq she looked to her pointedly; today,nunataq would lead their expedition.