Otter Creek I’m all yours

After one of the legs was torn from the otter’s body, he moved forward again and grabbed it by its tail. Staring her dead in the eye, he let it dangle loosely from his jaws before taking a few retreating steps, never looking away. With a plan freshly concocted he let his front half drop down, chest pressing against the snow. “Come with me,” he said around the tail, voice muffled. Whether she understood his words or not didn’t matter, as he intended to make his actions clear enough.

With a wave of his tail he straightened back out, taking a few bounding steps towards home before stopping and looking back over his shoulder. Shaking his head, he waved the otter around for her to see, entirely unashamed to be using his gift to her as bait. Come on, come on, come on. He urged her to follow, waving the otter again with a few deep, throaty barks.