Otter Creek yard sale

@Shadow

1,2,3.
After taking--yet another--deep breath, the Kappa poked his head inside the water, his maw open and ready to snap when the light brush of a fish's fins touched his mouth. He wasn't having much luck today, after three failed attempts he was beginning to wonder if his fishing talent had deserted him.

He whipped his head out of the water after the last air bubbles had slipped from his nose, and at the same time he shook the silvery threads of water off his face he gave a frustrated growl. He was hungry, yet no matter how hard he tried fish would not be part of today's menu.

Unless..
The form of a darker animal standing by the shore made his ears prick. An otter stood at the very edge, munching on a fat and juicy trout. For a second the creature's eyes interlocked with the boy's olive orbs. Stupid otter, mocking the hungry male by eating such delicacy in front of him.

Since he had joined the Plateu he had given up scavenging. Now that he belonged to a pack he did not need to pick on left overs to survive. Yet the otter's smug face was a trigger for the reckless male. He curled his lip back and gave the critter a menacing snarl hoping to at least ruin his delightful meal.