Otter Creek Otter spotter

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She was all thick, shaggy fur and towering height so great that Nisus almost had to crane his neck to meet her dark eyes – and she hadn’t stopped thundering toward him.

The lone male’s life might’ve flashed before his eyes if he wasn’t so very intent on forgetting most of it. His reaction – staying stock still without retreat and muttering a curse – might not have been the most appropriate for the situation. Most wolves would have considered turning tail and fleeing as fast as their paws could carry them. But Nisus, at this point, had little to lose.

She came to a skidding halt, throwing up a crescent of glittering snow where her claws – such thick and deadly claws – dug into the snow. And then she laughed, a surprisingly bubbly sound from one who could compel Nisus to freeze in place.

The bear spoke and for a moment Nisus simply stared. Then, slowly, a smile crept across his thick muzzle.

“Pretty hungry,” he confessed, ears flattening. “Hungry enough to stand and watch a bear charge at me instead of legging it, anyway.” His smile was grim, but there was mirth in his pale amber eyes. He must've looked a picture.