Otter Creek Splish Splash I was Taking A Bath

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It was not often (see: never) that she left the woods of Blackfeather. The woods had everything she longed for. Shelter, food, company. She did not yearn for more than the basics. Although she knew deep down that she would be useless if she never stretched her legs. To stay cooped up within the woods would not reflect well on her promise to keep watch.

She was presented with a chance to make herself useful, the splashing up ahead signaling that she was perhaps not as alone as she thought. A pale figure (a typically familiar sight but outside of Blackfeather it felt foreign) seemed to be in the middle of grooming.

Tactless as ever, she stood down stream and watched the stranger.