Otter Creek Got my dark sunglasses on and I had my weapon drawn

Meldresi drew nearer, prompting Ptarmigan to curl over the rotted otter with her hackles bristling. Perhaps it was a foolish endeavour to covet this one piece of filth, but it was the only food she had, for now. But the second blue eyed female paused at the water's edge, and then confirmed she had no interest in Ptarmigan's fare.

The Endore relaxed a little then, but kept one foreleg thrown haphazardly over the maggoty otter. “That other wolf told me not to eat it, like it was a bad thing,” she snorted, thinking it was some kind of silly little joke. “Must have the weakest stomach going.” She thought that Meldresi would share her opinion on the matter, and didn't question that thought.