Otter Creek the cold will not take me

Tagging @Takiyok - Here we go!

It wasn't often Corvo took the time to reflect on the scenes surrounding him, but the serenity of the stream begged his undivided attention. If only his mind was as peaceful. He lounged with his head on his paws beneath a towering alder tree, the limbs having longsince shed their leaves with the arrival of the bitter winter. Without the foliage to block the rays, the sun shown down when the clouds parted, warming Corvo's black pelt if only a little. He was glad for the warmth in this chilly air, and glad for the fresh water to wet his tongue. 

Despite the cold, the otters that called this network of creeks home weren't bothered. They swam and played, sometimes coming within leaping distance of Corvo, as if taunting the brute. He paid no mind, finding their antics only slightly amusing because he had no taste for them. The fish on the other hand suited him. He had yet to try his luck at catching one of the mouthwatering trout, though he'd seen plenty swimming just out of paw's grasp. The chill of the water warded him off. For now. 

Lifting his head, Corvo glanced into the trees beyond the creek, their spindly branches just within view of where he laid. It was far off, possibly housing some smaller game. He planned to go there if his time here at the stream proved unsuccessful. But for now... He laid his head down again.