Otter Creek dream in red

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Suspicious, especially after stealing a second to listen, she knew she was not alone. Somewhere, there was something. Not to say this was any sort of surprise; she would have gone to investigate such a screech too. Ears quivered and she exhaled a measured breath over the stilling body of her quarry. She decided to not stay here, so curved her neck downward to retrieve the raccoon and take it elsewhere. Preferably a place where she couldn't feel unseen eyes on her.

Yet before her teeth could touch the furs, something approached, and fast. Her furs prickled in unease and she found a silvered streak upon her, prompting her to plant a foot on the carcass. Within that instant, she was barring teeth and lunging them for the creature's darkened head when she swept closest to her. Surprised to find this was a wolf, although hardly, Ame loosed a snarl -- challenging her to try it again, or worse.