Otter Creek The River Runs

For two days Rodyn had been traveling caches made and food shared. A few pelts to his expanding number. He needed as of yet more otters and it was this thought he began the trek through the adder trees, easily picking out their tracks and their chatter.

He settled himself in a hidden copse of trees and with warm yellow eyes he watched and learned. Their habbits and their needs. He watched as the sinewy creatures twirled through the watershsrp teeth grasping at the slippery bodies, little feet reaching and parting. The wiggle of their noses as they sniffed the air. He would need to watch those terrible claws and teeth. They could rip his face.