Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

Definitely water rats, playful, webbed, whiskered water rats. So entrenched in paying attention to the way they played together in the stream when the footfalls heard from behind were predominantly ignored, except for a casual flick of his ears. He had no idea the likely hell he was about to be put through. The voice called out as though it was breathing down his neck, Fang's hackles almost shot up as his stomach tried to climb out of his throat at the familiar voice. Almost leaping, in acrobatic style he managed to swing himself around to confront the now sitting female. You An exclamation that was no more than a growl. The feelings and memories of their last encounter came back and he once more found himself ready to pop this bitch right in the teeth. If he had any idea what that meant. Yes, Alive, Of course. he managed to mumble, golden eyes fixing her with a gaze of suspicion. Weighing his options for escape. You're a bitch. Eloquence at its finest. Speech thoughts

***How i imagined fangs reaction