Otter Creek natural selection

Raissa, having not been able to find anything to do in her own territory, had ventured out of it and towards the creek. Water had always fascinated her, it listened to nobody and carved its own path in the world. She had lie down next to it, intending to stay only for a short while, but that was before she fell asleep.

The calming sounds of the creek had sent her drifting into dream land faster then she could think. Now she lay next to the flowing water, her head on her paws, dreaming about nothing in particular.