Redhawk Caldera firefly

it was not fish she hunted, but otter.
chickadee was quite familiar with the slinking creatures, but it had been a long time since such things were tasted. interested at last in searching out a very nearby densite for herself and kivaluk, these glossy furs would be their first moving pick.
bittersweet, chickadee moved quietly down the wet trail of the otters, covering herself in the underbrush beside the lake.