Otter Creek Never forget that you are a villain

           

Padma wasn’t sure she could believe the man or not, a gentleman? He would have to prove it before she believed it. Holding in her own snort, Padma instead focused on the greasy smell of otters. They were slippery little buggers. Padma begrudgingly nodded her head, “Not successfully, I’m afraid.”

After he short time with Strand, Padma had become quite the fisher. And on one or more occasions the young woman had ventured to the land creatures that tended to linger near the waters edge. Including otters. The wiley buggers. “Have you caught one before?”