Otter Creek regenwasser

The water swelled around Goodnight as he reined himself to a halt, and the ranger stood slack-jawed at the sight of his target in the toothy embrace of another. He wanted to complain — wanted to take back what he thought should be his — but he'd never been a wolf of dangerous impulse, and this particular brunette made him think twice about a squabble.

From his chest-deep stance in the creek, the crestfallen ranger took a slogging step backwards. "Fair catch, mate," he said sportively, giving the sable mountaineer a wide girth as he came ashore and shook out his stormwet coat. "Never tasted that creature before... They any good?"