Otter Creek Fishing

Hopping in to check on her. Might hop back out if spinned that way. :)

Vector was curious as to where that raccoon had left to. Unlike many wolves who did no such thing, Vector had mastered the art of climbing trees.
The grey ball of coon was not expecting that.
it had taken off after falling from the very branch he was perched on. It had lay motionless across the pine carpeted forest floor, but had regained its conscious the second the russian had been almost upon it, and darted east.

Run, little coon. Run.
His bloodlust wanted to coo to him, soothe his desire to shred the little bundle of animal, by hunting it and savaging it in a more tortuous manner.
Run, little coon.
Run.

With the silence of a spirit, the autumn pelted man flitted through the trails, keeping all other distractions at bay, until a scent had crossed pathes with the one he was on. One he knew well over what he should have.
Kesuk. The Zagadochnaya Devushka. He knew the temptress well.
what was she doing here?

The recon followed the scent, before him, across a vast line of water, he saw her. Emerald stare placed upon the dark coat of the girl. And another infornt of him.
Koda? Indeed it was. And he held something out to her. She seemed to inspect it, and fall backwards from a method of fright.
He desired to leap across the waters borders and swim to ruin the man. But he did not. Who was he to do such a thing for a female he shared nothing with?

He sat upon the line of sandy graveled dirt that lined the water's edge, and observed their rendezvous, saying nothing.