Otatso Wetlands 2 "if only the day would linger."

Oh gosh, had Dragonfly seen Grandmother's mud-eating flat-face fall he would have probably laughed like a slap-stick figurine and given her TEN points for the free fall. Then he would have checked to see if she was okay (or get his nose bitten off instead), which was also quite a possibility due to his naive and often over-friendly spirit.

And, in fact, that nose-biting could still happen...

"Y..hello...?" Dragonfly said, slowly, softly like a whisper as somehow, in someway his curiosity had gotten him into trouble (yet again). There he was all alone inside the wetlands, a spooky place where nobody with a faint-heart should wander. Only afterwards did he wonder if it was truly a very smart thing to call out anyone because who knew what stirred in these forsaken lands?

His call was answered when he heard sounds from nearby. His ears twitched to listen closely as he was sure the sound wasn't originating from any wolf. It was -- at that moment in time -- Grandmother fell with her face flat in the mud. From a short distance, however, the movement and the sounds startled the alabaster-white wolf. Sadly he hadn't seen the action or knew the sound originating from Grandmother. Instead...

protectively he tried to look as fierce as he could. Trying to ward off whatever monster this was, he began to speak with a shaky voice. "D-don't eat me. I taste like dandelions that withered off last spring. Yucky. Slimey. Gooey. G-go away."