Otatso Wetlands get up from there

He was asleep in an instant, looking at her one moment and gone the next. Lonesome was, again, all on her lonesome.

Colt was asleep, so Lonesome decided to pad across the island that they stood upon, tucking her legs beneath her and plopping her head down enough to see the rise and fall of his sides as he kept breathing. She would need to find nourishment at some point, for herself and for him, but for now she would watch.

And wait.