Otter Creek always

It had been an adventure to say the least. The fact that so many nights had passed and he had kept travelling without interruption was a blessing, and a curse. Until now, all his escape attempts had ended abruptly with a family member dragging him back home, but almost 2 months later he was definitely on his own. A fact that he was reminded of with the sudden pang of hunger in the pit of his stomach.

Ignoring his own hunger pain, trotting along the creek-bed as the waters began to move faster toward a greater body of water. The young man had never had much to do with creatures outside of his natal pack, when he came across the dusty male around one quick turn any concern of self-preservation at stumbling across a stranger was lost on him. Continuing his path toward the agouti male, his own eyes moved toward the gruesome display a short distance away. "That's a rather ghastly sculpture." Stopping a short distance from the other male, he continued to observe the bleached antlers, trying to figure out happened to the poor creature.