Otter Creek oh, how can this be? i’ve finally found peace

Oh! Ying's jaws loosened their grip, allowing the fish to swim free. She looked up with an expression of shock and displeasure, a silent reply to the stranger's greeting. He was of an impressive stature — scarred and well-worn, but without an obvious age gap. She finished her appraisal and adjusted herself accordingly, flagging her tail as apprehensive, albeit friendly greeting.

There was enough distance between them to allow her some comfort. Ying rolled back her shoulders and drew in a deep breath, reassuming her position at the waterfront. You here for this? she asked, nodding toward the water. Without awaiting his response, she smiled and striked once more.