Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

One eventually did make it to the shoddy dam. It swam along the front of it, seeming to scope out a way up. Pepper licked his lips, eyes glued to the fuzzy meal. 

The otter pulled its way up. It was quick, quiet, and if he hadn’t known it had legs, would’ve resembled a snake. It readied itself to jump back in on the other side, and that’s when Pepper moved in. 

He was far less graceful than the otter, flying at it with his mouth wide open. The tree made for a rough impact, though he did manage to close his jaws around the otter’s flimsy back leg. He crunched down hard before slipping into the river. 

He’d never been a great swimmer, but it wasn’t deep enough here to facilitate the need. The otter made its discomfort known to all, and it wasn’t long before the wolf felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The otter’s teeth sunk into him effortlessly, and in turn, Pepper shook his head violently, disorienting the thing before pinning it with a paw and readjusting his grip, now holding its neck instead. He shook again, and the loud cries subsided, replaced by windless gasps. 

He’d lost track of the other one, but knew it couldn’t have gone far.