Otter Creek I’m all yours

 

keeping this super vague because what the hell is a timeline and bfw thread

for the most part the creek was entirely frozen over, yet still every once and a while a fat, brown blob would make its way in and out of the water.  she had never seen an otter before, had no name for it (like most things), but their playful nature sparked a curiosity in her.  she'd never seen the cotton-tails do this, nor the long rodents.

she is crouched as she makes her way through the snow, heterochromatic eyes focused on the fat things.  she emerges from the trees, but she is not hungry yet, oh no.  she just wants to look.

so focused on these creatures is she that she doesn't even notice the man, white as snow, in her peripherals.