Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

for @finley

Fang had finally decided to go for another adventure into the flatlands below that which he called home. He had been subconsciously avoiding the area after his run in with the trickster, Finley. Thought it was only a short time since that particular indecent the half-breed looked back on it as though it was a lifetime ago. Maybe the incident lingered because instead of arriving back to the hot springs, this time he found himself at a small creek. He carried himself with a posture of dominance, a side effect of the recent events within his pack, and social life. He strutted trotted along the banks of the creek, his attention turned toward the amphibious rat like things that called the water home. Watching curiously as they rolled about the water stream, play fighting and catching prey. He stopped on the creek bed, as one particular group of creatures were playing in the water before him, seemingly oblivious to the wolf-dogs presence. He inhaled, trying to catch a scent and figure out what these water-rats were. Speech thoughts