Otter Creek To Float on Your Back

Slate had been busy with Crowfeather and tending to his wounds, she was nothing short of a mess lately has she hadn't left the mesa in quite some time now. Her fur was roughed, unkept and ungroomed, she smelled horrible and she felt herself growing tired. She watched over Crowfeather like a hawk, she kept his wounds bandaged up with spiderweb and a mixture of plants. She tended to him all the time, there was rarely a moment's break in her care. Germanicus was one of the few wolves who seemed to tend to Slate, for that she was grateful. He brought her food and medicine all the time.

The days kept passing and it was obvious that war was coming soon. It was drawing to a close. Slate kept herself prepared mentally, and she kept asking for supplies, but today she left the mesa, for a short time. Crowfeather had fresh bandages and Germanicus was by is side, she felt confident she could wash herself somewhere and get cleaned. She needed it badly.

Unlike Æsifír she did NOT smell the other wolves at first. She was so focused on getting herself cleaned up and looking more presentable again that she just headed straight for the waters. She did see the otters but the saw her too. They squeaked and swam away. She had no idea she had just ruined the hunt for someone (she wasn't even aware that one could hunt otters in the water), and rather than sniff out danger she glided into the water. She took a deep breathe and began relaxing. The dirt rinsed off and she relaxed.

Until she finally sniffed out other wolves. She froze in the water and looked up to see a male and the she sniffed again. Oh. He was from Akashingo. She relaxed. "I am from Ursus." she explained matter-of-factly. She dove her head into the water and then rose up from the water and shook her entire body to get rid of excess water. She then noticed the scent of a female. her head turned sharply toward her, not sure who she was. She sniffed the air and realized this one did not belong to Ursus or Akashingo. She felt worried. She looked at the male for some sort of reassurance or protection and hoped to find some help. Slate was too old to fight some youngling out on adventure. These were dangerous times after all.