Otatso Wetlands Overtime

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Trudging through the mud, Taikon managed to pull his feet free of the bottom and rushed forward. Other animals that had been peacefully enjoying the Otatso fled from the wolves. It was impossible for him to see what was fully happening where Célnes was waiting. He saw only a mess of fur and water, plus a familiar screeching sound that signified at least somewhat of a success. His mouth watered with excitement at the prospect of eating and his pace quickened.
Seeing on arrival that she had grasped one by the leg, he tried to help and snapped his teeth at what looked like the rodent's face, growling. It was flailing about in such a way that not only did this not work, but it grazed his lip with its chisel-like teeth. The animal was screaming and the noise echoed terribly across the water. Taikon could only wait for his dark hunting partner to shake the nasty little thing dead. He didn't notice the small cut that was starting to bleed.