Otter Creek Chitter, chatter

There were strange creatures here, creatures not of the desert.

Their squeaks were reminiscent of young jackrabbits but the similarities stopped there. With elongated bodies and small, rounded ears, Faruzan likened them more to weasels, though they were bigger and shinier and appeared to have an affinity for water.

Sunfire tail flicking, she watched them play from afar with raptured intrigue until her ruby eyes caught the lamp-like gaze of another across the water. Concealed in the brush, her small body froze for a moment before she slipped out of cover and began descending the rise. Friend or foe, she did not want to pass up the opportunity for a good meal.