Otter Creek Living like we're in a fairy tale

@Jakoul

Leen wandered around a little, visiting the packs that weren't too far out of his trajectory. They seemed nice, at least the ones he went to. Though none of them stuck in his mind.
He had followed this river down, following the path until it bordered a woodland which, on closer inspection, was another pack. He didn't even want to bother -- being holed up in a dark woodland wasn't his style. Though he was sure the occupants were nice enough.

He wandered back to the main body of the creek, surprised to now see otters fishing. He'd not seen otters for some time. Perhaps not even since he was here last. He smiled fondly, plopping himself down in the shade, taking a sip of the water that ran over his forepaws. A break wasn't a bad idea. Not at all...

Ok, so he'd fallen asleep for a bit. That wasn't too much the matter though, a little damp but none the worse right? He stood up from where he'd flopped over like a puppy and shook himself dry, not taking in his surroundings first because he is pretty useless.