Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

He wondered if she had a preference for which of the positions to take, but her silence seemed to confirm that she didn’t. No objections, either, so maybe she also thought it would work. 

The harder of the two would be the one waiting for ambush. Otters were slippery. Not…actually, but they could squirm out of a lot. Pepper did have experience in snagging them, and he’d rather not lose out on the meal. 

”I’ll wait for ya at the log. Go down a ways, then slowly start herdin’ ‘em towards it. They may try to get up on the bank. If they do, chase ‘em. They’ll be easier to catch on land.” 

He moved slowly until he was beside the tree. The sound of the water was much louder here, so he wasn’t being as careful to stay quiet. He crouched in the thick brush.