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

Bobber was treading through the creek, when an otter carcass-of all things-washed up at her feet. Hungrily, she took a bite, then immediately spit it out. Maggots had gotten inside of it, and by the looks of it, a wolf had just eaten some. Jumping lightly over the old otter, she barely made a splash, then padded on, working her way upstream. Two wolves were sitting, talking. She heard one say "Clearly a moron." (Offensive, by the way) Padding forward, the yearling forgot she was a bob-cat. "Hello," she offered. "Want to be friends with me, and my other friend, Flit? She is over there." Bobber pointed to a tree overhang, where her imaginary friend was. Staring hopefully up at the two wolves, the yearling suddenly felt afraid. Don't hurt me." She said sternly, trying her best to act like her mother.