Noctisardor Bypass gyonplei

earthen rivulet was exactly how it sounded: a muddy little trickle of water that could hardly even be called a creek by anyone looking at it. and yet, its slick banks provided a bellyslide for the romp of resident otters who now called to each other with their high, clicking voices.
hunger moved the young mother into position. birds were far more her specialty, but heda passed no opportunity to hunt these days.
@Anselm's stern face flashed unbidden through her mind.