Otter Creek Chitter, chatter

Rodyn heard the chatter of nearby otters and he went towards them. He liked otter furs for trading. They weren't super small, but they weren't large either. They were usually waterproof and he could carry them easily and wolves seemed to like them. Their fangs made interesting jewely pieces and their meat was good.

He sniffed around, and found a small spot that overlooked. He was upwind and he could watch them without being seen. He counted at least a dozen playing. He would not go for that many of course, but it would be fun to hunt them. Respectfully of course.

Yellow eyes tracked their progress and he wondered if anyone was within range to help him out. He hoped soo. It was nicer to hunt with others than alone.