Otter Creek remain until the end

The sound of the stranger's approach roused Bhediya from her semi-conscious state. One green eye fell open after the other, lazily scanning the landscape. A blanchard, not unlike the others, stood nearby. You looked like someone I know, she mused, prompting Bhe to stand.

The ascetic spun around upon short legs to get a better view of her company. With a kind smile engulfing her maw, she replied, I hope that I didn't disappoint you too much. It seemed that age had given her the gift of universal familiarity, for which she was only somewhat grateful.