Otter Creek straight for the knife

Furious blows broke the tranquility of the water's surface as the silver male's snout sumerged in the water in a feeble attempt to catch one of the slippery creatures that flashed by at the bottom of the creek.

He gave his head a mighty shake, and could feel one of the fish fin's brush against his mouth. He tried to clamp his jaws over the creature but it was gone in a flash, and the young wolf was left empty handed. Drenched and defeated Finn sat at the edge of the rushing water. The boy panted as little drops of cold water rolled of his muzzle and face

But the rambunctious male wouldn't give in so easily, after giving himself a quick shake he was ready to go. The young loner peered over the water, and focused on the quick shadows of silver that zoomed through the water like tiny rockets leaving behind a trail of bubbles.