Otter Creek You say you don't like him

Rhys has a lisp, so "nithe" is "nice" XD

Down, away from the mountains he traveled. It was hard for a loner like him, but nothing stood between him and his new goals; find a pretty girl to fuck and get to the creek. He licked his lips as he ventured down dangerous sleeps and ridges, but his powerhouse that was his chest and shoulders were keeping him in balance. After at least a day worth of travel he was down- safe and sound with all four of his ash-kissed paws on solid, flat ground. He let out a long, outdrawn sigh. Today would be a good day.

That thought was only fueled when he spotted a white beauty- perhaps a little older than him, but he almost towered over her he could see from just this distance. He swaggered his way down to her, sprinting the last couple of meters, clearly giving away his position. He stopped perhaps a little too close for comfort, but it was clear to see he really meant no harm. Not yet...

Well well well... He hissed in a cracked voice. A nithe little lady all by herssself? It mussst be my lucky day. He added, bowing before her with a toothy grin.