Otter Creek Decode me

@Osprey :3

The scent of blood filled the air once Burke took down a small deer at Otter Creek. The large male was a smart hunter and had herded a group of deer onto the slippery stones of the shallow river. It didn't always work, since some jumped over the wet parts but today Burke had been lucky. One slipped and stumbled down, causing the tank of a male to grab the doe and clamp his jaws round the pulsing neck. The animal cried out but none responded. One the animal was not of his earth Burke dragged the animal on the bank. His docked tail moved proudly. It could be seen as a wagging tail.

The male licked his reddened jaws clean and started on the small doe. It seemed that it was one of last springs young. Unfortunately Burke had gotten the little doe before it turned one year in spring. Not that the brute was pitying his prey. He feasted on her organs first, the most nutritious of all meat. A guy his size needed quite some meat.