Broken Antler Fen redmist

teya lurked in the dark water, reptilian and focused. there was movement; she still saw the crimson shoulders of the man ahead, and shivered with the intensity of her infatuation. but it would not do to forget herself now. the little raven applied herself to watching the ripples shimmering around the otter's head.
and then she struck. water churned, splashing in all directions. but soon the morass reddened, and teya surfaced, panting, vibrant, with the weakly struggling animal clasped in her slender jaws.