Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

Rivet's soft question cooled the heat of her anger and embarrassment, though when Turquoise looked down at her leg and spotted a leech clinging to it, all hell broke loose. She shook her stockinged appendage furiously, trying to dislodge the vile, slimy creature. When that didn't do anything, she buckled forward and tried to wipe it off on the grass. This managed to tear it loose for the most part, though it still clung. Finally, Turquoise nipped at it—while making a noise somewhere between a screech and a wail—ripping it off her leg and throwing it as far from herself as she could manage.

Breathing heavily, Turq climbed back to her feet and inspected her leg. She couldn't see any marks. Her turquoise eyes then flicked up to see Rivet watching her. "I'm fine now," she snapped. "Don't just stand there. There's no way in hell I'm getting back in the water if things like that are crawling around in there," she spat, eyes roving in the direction the leech had been flung. "We need to figure out a new supper plan," she groused, thumping belligerently onto her tawny haunches and glaring just past Rivet's shoulder for a second before inspecting herself for more possible bloodsuckers.