Otter Creek always

@Elhanna!

With Greatwater Lake being fed by several tributaries, the land had created a rich, natural delta. Fast flowing waters, originating from Otter Creek, conjoined into the clear surface of the lake, moving about deposits of grassy islands. Trees clung to the solitary outcrops, creating mini-forests that were sheltered from the surrounding prairies.

Cuan was on the northern bank of Otter Creek, right at the start of the deltas. The water was almost at a rapids now, racing a blue-green color that reflected a murky picture of the agouti wolf as he stared into it. Something had tried crossing here, and the male couldn't help but pity it. As he turned, the bleached pair of antlers shone a ghostly white in the autumn sun. They were half buried in silt, but jutted up like daggers from the earth, as if the ground had grown a strange pair of monster teeth.