Otter Creek born unto trouble

@Shani but all welcome !

their travels have taken them from the heights of the wilderness, down into the lowlands, and back up into the flatlands. and as takota searches tirelessly for something that may just be out of reach,

his wife follows endlessly. loyal and supporting, despite her husband's stubborn, infuriating ways. and now he turns back along the connecting, winding creeks, following along the water bed.

dipping into the cold current and shuddering as of a result, those bronze eyes of his turning onto her. and in the glitter of the sunlight, she is radiant. pale pelt blending amongst the frost bitten foliage, though the gold upon her backside is warm beneath the sun's swathe.

kota chuckles, jerking his head for her. c'mere, his husky drawl is roguish, the water's nice.

liar.

shani dropped the pelts beside the bank, spreading them in a neat line for him to dry on. she planted herself at the ledge, unmoving.

absolutely not.

takota slipped into the creek like a shadow cut loose, all dark muscle and stubborn pride. even shuddering from the cold, he was strong in that rough, impossible way of his; the kind of strength carved by hardship, not vanity. sunlight caught on the wet line of his back, turning him into something fierce and untouchable.

god, he was handsome. infuriatingly so. and she loved him for it, even when it made her want to claw his ears off.

he jerked his head. come closer.

she didn’t budge.