Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

It was rare that he got excited for anything. But food was an exception. Anything involving food. Eating it, killing it, finding it. All of those things were with getting excited for. 

He was excited now. His legs tingled with anticipation as the two black and brown animals drew nearer. 

The drop to the water was about a forearm’s length down. The log must’ve facilitated erosion around it, causing the stream to bulge outward. The shallow sands that coddled the river downstream weren’t here. 

The otters seemed to anticipate going over and stayed above water as they approached, which is what Pepper wanted. Now he needed them to commit to crawling over. He fully expected them to dive as soon as they saw him, he just hoped it’d be too late.