Otter Creek Shine & Shade

Out of the shade, a rustling caught his attention.

Ears lifted high, on alert, his cold eyes swept the area. 

It did not take long to come upon a small little thing, standing atop a mound of rocks, staring upon the river. 

Marching in her direction with no shame apparent on his expression, nor in his movements, Khaba forced a growl. If anything, he was not too pleased that she had waltzed right past him with even a lick of attention per his presence.

Perhaps he had grown to accustomed of the lake wolves shrinking at his every whim. But even still, away from his territory, he would not stand for being so blatantly disrespected.