Redtail Rise XXI

The little otter moved with high-steps after Augur, alert should the man's decision shift and he be driven back to the sleeping place where Requiem spent most of his time.

He enjoyed the feeling of the mud as it squelched underpaw. His legs, already beginning to lighten with the tell-tale markings of his maturation, were streaked with muck and made to match the rest of him for a time.

Sometimes Requiem would shovel his face in to the mud and make mounds, using his snout as a spade, and more than one occasion was left to snort like a bull to try and clear his nostrils.