Otatso Wetlands fangs of nyx

@Silvermane -- ah, sorry i took about a thousand years to get this up. D: you can backdate it or whatever since i think silvermane is pretty hurt right now? idc! my timelines are flexible so whatever works, i will roll with it

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Midway through the cloudy afternoon, she had finished her rounds of the mountain and descended the slopes to travel past her boundaries. It had been a while she since had traveled much beyond the foothills immediately bordering the Spire, and while she did not have a particularly specific goal in mind, she knew she could find something worth devoting the rest of the day to. Namely, she was interested in seeing what plantlife still remained here in the waning days of autumn, and if they were ones of any use.

Since she was being mindful of Swiftcurrent, she had swung well to the northern reaches of the wetlands and decided to do her searching there. Once she had reached a point well away from the Creek, she blended into the shadow of the wetlands and stalked eagerly onward. Head and nose low in search, she looked beyond the brackish odor for something to catch her interests.