Broken Antler Fen mapledrop

she snorted a laugh. "fishkiller," the girl hooted, swinging her greydust ears toward tambourine. he was pleasant company. "i patient," she told him, reaching out to nudge her packmate if allowed before setting off deeper into the fen.
as usual, the violet squelched into the mud at the edges, leaving a murky trail that broke behind her under the lapping edges. eventually the waterway would stretch into the beautiful crystalline, but here, sedge blended with earth. she spotted small clawed tracks.
"otter," she told him. "follow otter, find good fish." a grin.