Otter Creek iii Means to an end.

grats on 100!

Farewell, thought Maegi, as he turned to leave. The briefest grasp at new company had once more slipped away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. . .par for the course here at Otter Creek.

She dipped her muzzle low, seeking a drink from the cool water.

Bicolored eyes, muddled by ripples, blinking back at her. And a crooked perma-smile—

Maegi slapped her paw against the surface of the stream, sending her reflection shivering into fragments. She drank deeply and returned to the forest, finding no solace in solitude outside the woods.