Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

Yami watched the otter in silence for some time, debating internally on the best play. The odds were not good. It was too close to the river, giving them little chance to get between it and the water. She considered going into the water herself, but couldn’t trust that she would be able to do so without making her presence known.

In the end, Yami decided to just go for it. She failed hunts all the time, though it stung to have to do so with an audience. She consoled herself that at least it would be a failure for the other woman too, and then she sprang. Yami raced forward quickly and quietly as she could, which was not very quick or very quiet. The otter saw her almost instantly and rolled from its back onto its belly, shooting straight towards the water once it found its feet.