Otter Creek dream in red

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The glimpse she got was fleeting, and provided few answers. It was a strange looking creature, and a scent wholly unfamiliar as well, but at the least she could quickly understand the purpose here: nothing but trouble.

Her dark ears swung forward aggressively at the goblin of a canine (even with the urge to slick them back at the horrid noise it made), and teeth barred, she hunkered low over the carcass with a paw still firmly planted on the cooling meat. She would guard the meal no matter how meager and how underwhelming her hunger actually was. Plus, perhaps this would be some entertainment to go with her snack.

Watching, daring, she lowered her muzzle and tore a hunk apart. The scent of blood renewed and she swallowed it almost-whole, bristling in full now as she did. She'd eat what she could before she would be forced to take real action against the pest.