Otter Creek Beginning of the End

Tail high, jowls raised - with a lucky pounce the otter was soon in her jaws. Biting down, she was reassured that she could begin to eat by the sound of a 'crunch'.

Climbing out of the water she shook out her legs as she walked to what she deemed a good spot, circling in the grass before laying down and tearing into her meal. She planned for the detour to be quick - she was no longer accustomed to independence.

With the colder months approaching she was glad not to be traveling on her own.