Otatso Wetlands and oh man, if you ever lose your way

Her ochre eyes grew wide with disbelief. Those electric eyes that she had been lost in so many times. That ruffled fur and handsome face - the silver hackles much like her own grey ones... Was she dead? Was he dead? She paused for a long time, his voice even familiar to her ears and she had to sit down. With a plop did her behind go splat in the mud, eyes still fixed upon the young man that didn't even seem to recognize her.

It can't be ya... She breathed in a hazy voice. Ingram? She asked, knowing it was a ridiculous question. Her coastal boyfriend was dead. He was slaughtered and eaten by a bear moons ago. This wasn't Ingram.