Otatso Wetlands atmosphere supreme

Last post for me! It was nice threading with you, :)

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"Until next time.. should our paths cross again,"

He watched as she turned and began to limp off to The Sunspire. Otatso Wetlands wasn't so far from his home, so he sank tiredly onto haunches and began licking his wounds and cuts that the female had made across his body. Most weren't really harmful except for the cut across his chest and the one across his flank that was most likely to become scars.

After a few more moments of cleaning his wounds, he rose onto his paws and even though he limped for the first few steps, he managed to find his usual gracefulness and walk his way back to the Creek. Cuts and bruises slicing finely across his silver body, matted with blood. But he was happy. The silver prince turned to gaze at The Sunspire before making his way home.