Otter Creek I’m all yours

Where he failed, she succeeded, an otter soon dead between her jaws. He slowed to a stop in front of her, watching as she played more with the corpse. Stealing a few steps closer, he thought about just taking it from her, but she dropped the otter before he could follow through with the thought. Again, he watched her, noticing the wagging of her tail before grabbing the otter and tearing into its stomach; it was easy, the underside delicate, and soon after the snow was red with blood. One, two bites were taken before he stopped and nosed it back towards her, giving what he decided was a reward for her efforts—after all, she had been the one to catch it, so why shouldn’t he share?

Although the motion was foreign to him he found his tail swinging back and forth with a few lazy wags. He nodded and then pointed his nose towards the carcass, encouraging her to eat whilst he settled back on his haunches, observing and thinking; he had half a mind to leave there with her in tow, though he didn’t quite know how to do so. Maybe he could use the otter as bait? No, it was too late for that, he’d already offered it to her. No matter, he had enough of time to further consider his options whilst she (presumably) ate.