Otter Creek striking a pose, smiling in photos without any reason with people that ill never know

He slept—or rather, fell unconscious—like the dead.
 
It wasn’t until she returned, a rabbit dangling between her jaws, did he finally start to stir. And even then, it was slow going.
 
He parted his eyes, his head still and unmoving from where it rested on his forelegs and caught sight of the flash of grey that was the girl. Fucking bitch, he thought, briefly, quietly and internally, his lip curling up in a sneer. He curled up smaller, then, tighter, around himself, hips briefly raising to bring his other leg under him. His tail pressed tighter around his body, and he let his eyes drift back shut.
 
Maybe if he ignored her, she would get the fucking hint and leave.