Arrow Lake Between 2 seasons of my life

Rodyn had traveled and moved. @Void with him for a time, T.k. with him for a time. It was on one such excursion that he realized he didnt have all the otter furs he needed. A frown colored his face and on stealthy paws he traveled towards the nearest lake.

He waited and watched, counted trails and paw steps. Breathing in and out he focused. He could be pstiwnt. He could grab them as they gamboled and played. And he was hungry. Most of the meat he had caught he had traded. Though the thought of eating brother otter still bothered him.