Otter Creek On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss

LMAO your description of the birds haha

Pallas' ears pulled back sharply at the sound of a crash: she turned from the otters and captured the sight of a wolf who was, presently, caught mid-duty. She stared at him for a moment pointedly before she recognized him: the muskrat fellow. Well, this wasn't awkward. She craned her neck to view him better, though the rest of her body was still facing the river. Awkward, part deux. "Hi." was the curt, disappointing reply.