Otter Creek yard sale

i hate when that happens :l

The otter barely raised its head at the wolf's menance. Both animals had a great amount of space between them and even with Finn's great speed, he knew he wouldn't be able to catch the slippery mammal. The moment he tried to approach, the creatures would take cover in the water, where Finn's speed was no match.

He scoffed and turned his piercing gaze from the animal, deciding that its stinky half-eaten fish was not worth it. The rumbles in his belly soon overpowered the growls in his throat, he would have to look for something else to quell his hunger. The strong craving for fish meat would have to be sated another day..

As he was preparing to leave, the rustling sound of paws falling upon the grass made him turn. It seemed he was not the only one looking for a scaly lunch; another wolf padded slowly to the edge of the creek. Finn watched him silently, wanting to see the newcomer attempt to catch one of the silvery shadows that flashed underneath the surface.

To his surprise, the male succeeded in doing what he hadn't been able to do in four consecutive attempts. While he felt a pang of envy prod at his side he kept it hidden under his skin. The young Ollivander didn't mind laughing at himself, that as long as he was the only one laughing.

With his tail kept at a neutral position he approached slowly, his steps were light and unpreocupied though loud enough to make himself known.
Talk about beginner's luck!, he called while a sly smile crept to his face.