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

Another misfortunate attempt. It's okay, Ying assured him. She stepped away from the creek and shook the stray water droplets from her pelt. What herd? Surprisingly, she hadn't seen much large game during her travels. Ying hadn't really looked, though; instead of admitting she wasn't vigilant enough, she decided to blame it on her natural affinity for water-based prey.

She didn't need an invitation. Ying put on another smile and walked closer to the stranger, aligning her frame with his so that they might walk together. He carried the strong scent of others; a pack? Who are you? she wondered, presumably beginning to walk ahead.