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

Her eyes narrowed with curious mischief. You want me to feel small, or you like to feel big? She squared her shoulders and lifted her legs, hoping to exaggerate her height. I am bigger than you, maybe. This is just a bad angle.

Ying was assured to know that she did not, in fact, stink. She huffed a relieved sigh and laughed, replying: That is good. I try very hard to smell good, but it is hard when the water is stinky. She wouldn't mind moving to an intermediate territory, maybe one of the forests between land and sea...