Otter Creek Sound of Silence

Arric was thrown from his thoughts as loud screeches of discontent and hearty growls reached his ears. He was on his feet in a moment, fur bristling, teeth showing. A deep rumble of a growl roared from his chest.

Though it was not an enemy, but a she wolf draped in colors of brown and cream. Chasing the otter from the river. He moved to block it from escape. He wouldn't take her kill, but perhaps he could offer a semblance of control in a situation that was fast barreling out of it.