Otter Creek bing bang boom

Artax had become acutely aware of his surroundings as of late, and he rarely slept. When he did manage to catch a few moments of sleep, it was always with one eye open for whatever was surely out to get him. The young boy had been lingering along the banks of a creek, attempting to break through the ice. After several unsuccessful attempts, he had abandoned the task in search of something else to put his mind to.

Not five minutes into his quest, he was met with an oncoming flurry of bones, skin, and fur. Artax knew this was a fight he could not win, and so he immediately crumpled to the ground, going belly up and hoping that this distinct display of submission would allow him his life.