Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

If nothing else, he seemed open to flirtation. Ying met his glance with a suggestive quirk of her lips but remained steady and ready to strike as he insisted they press onward. The group was small, but large enough; she was surprised by how little winter had affected the otters because they seemed to wade without issue. Winter might have beneficial to them, since the river slowed to wade-able speeds. She shrugged her shoulders and decided that it didn't actually matter.

A look was shared with her companion as Ying moved a few steps forward. Once past his face, she brushed her tail beside his cheek before switching her focus back to their prey. The hunters were still unnoticed; the attack was still in their control.