Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

The eery silence of the world around them leaves Zhenya with an uneasy feeling made only worse with the company of the threatening male. As he draws in closer, his hot breath rustling through her fur and down her neck, burning at its nape, she allows her own growl to flare and taper into a rough snarl. With a snap at him as a warning to keep his distance, Zhenya straightens herself and raises her tail even higher above her back, curling and whipping as she sizes him up. Fuck off, mudak, she barks. She takes a step back; not out of fear, but to get a better view of what appears to be a fair opponent. Her ears are raised and cupped forward, her eyes holding a wild flame within and her fur is prickled on end.