Otter Creek I’m all yours

she watches him while he rips into the creature, and gazes at the fat, dead blob that is now close enough that she can really study it.  it had short, but muscular legs and a powerful rudder-tail, a soft underbelly and a wide, flat head.  what a creature!

it is not long before he is pushing it back at her, with a soft wag of his own and pointed gesturing.  i did good!

although she would have preferred to continue throwing the carcass around and smashing it between her jaws, she presumed that the man did not like his food pre-chewed.

instead her tongue flits out once more before she grabs a once-powerful, meaty back leg and tears it off, working through the flesh methodically to get to the satisfying bone underneath, dual-toned eyes watching closely but without fear.