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The pup's smile was met with one of Olly's, although he couldn't quite keep his cheeks up all the way to make a full smile. He let his smile fade away as the youngster asked what he was. Usually Olly would have been offended with someone not knowing what he was, but in this case he didn't what this creature was either. "I'm an otter" he said proudly with his head held high. Olly found that he didn't enjoy being so small compared to the animal infront of him, so once again he propped himself up on his back paws.

Slowly he stuck one of his stubby arms out and pointed a finger at the pup. "What are you" he demanded with a determined yet soft expression. He wanted to know if he had heard of this creature somewhere or if whatever this thing was would eat him. So far it seemed like the boy wasn't interested in having Olly as a snack, but the otter had seen many times how an animal's personality can change quickly. He awaited the boy's answer anxiously, with forearms tucked close to him and the tip of his tail swaying at a relaxed pace.