Otatso Wetlands Fisher's bite

oh, eh, i hhiiine. gun tried being sultry, but the leaf slid over her brow and slapped her snout.

shaking it off, she heard handsome's plan. in lieu of a thumbs up, gun nodded her head, overlong jowls gathering water.

can do! was easy following orders.

the mastiff began her intimidating doggy paddle in the direction of where she'd seen the animals she'd identified as beavers - but were actually muskrats - hang around, just around a thicket of cattails and where the pond became shallow again.

there's the fuckers. they had a pile of branches and debris for themselves, about four of them as she could see. hadn't seen her yet.

gun looked back at her partner, looking for confirmation or further instructions.