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

A trap? Pallas' head tilted to the side - she had no earthly idea how one fashioned a trap for something as slippery as a muskrat. But she was intrigued. She rose stiffly, obliging his invitation with a dip of her muzzle: "Sure, let's see it." At the very least, she wanted to see what type of machination Koda had devised in which to trap what was arguably the most succulent of all the prey animals.