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

a voice pealed over the humdrum of marsh-land life, and imrathil lifted his snout from the snow, searching for the author of that delicate voice. he had seen, met, and touched chusi a thousand times -- but as he padded lightly towards her, it was if he was seeing her for the first time.

and for imrathil, it was his first time witnessing the she-wolf; he met the soft gaze of her ochre eyes with a polite interest, his tail wagging tentatively behind him. he had not expected to meet a stranger in so poor conditions, and so, kept his body neutral but friendly, and his gaze from prying.

"oh, hello." he answered, wondering if she was here to hunt as well.