Totoka River Otter you doing?

Link to hunt roll: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11893&pid=199399#pid199399

The river was a long way from the den, but Grayday needed time to think. Steady's words were still ricocheting around in his head - sometimes they were all he could think about.

I will not hesitate to take your life to feed them.

Grayday believed him. No matter how much he told himself he was safe from that fate; he was better a hunter than he'd ever know... he just couldn't shake his worries. He'd barely caught a thing since arriving in these lands, and he had relied on others to feed him.

He wondered again about the nameless female he'd lost. Was she alright? And if she wasn't alright, would she have been better off never meeting him? She could've eaten that frog herself. Maybe she was dead, now, and that little meal would have made all the difference.

Such thoughts swirled around in his head, dizzying him enough to have him plopping to his haunches in the sand.

It was a hot day. Most of them were, lately, with it being summer and all. Luckily, he'd had the good fortune to lose his will in the shade of a small cluster of trees, with the river gurgling lazily just to his right. If he turned his head, he'd see the silver shimmer of fish just under the surface. That was why he'd come out this way in the first place, really. He still remembered the fishing she-wolf from the Hinterlands, and how she'd invited him to make an attempt. He hadn't, then, but now... with no one watching... he might as well try his luck.

Turning, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. A second glance made him freeze, much like the two animals downstream had done. Just a few yards away, a mother otter and her mostly-grown pup were crossing a sandbar, going from one pool of deep water to another. The seconds seemed to shuffle past as they stared each other down, neither sure if it was better to move or remain statue-still.

Grayday made his choice before the otters, streaking toward the pair like a bolt of lightning. The mother took a chance and darted forward, slipping into the water and disappearing as efficiently as a rabbit down a hole. The pup, however, tried to turn and go back the way it came. Grayday was on it all at once, catching it by the tail as it tried to pull the same trick as its mother.

The thing turned back and struck him once, twice - but Grayday held fast, dragging it quickly from its escape route and into the sand. He released it for an instant, but only to grasp it more firmly in his unyielding jaws. When he had a good grip, he reared back and gave it a violent shake.

Limp prize in jaw, Grayday trotted toward home with a spring in his step.