Otter Creek To Float on Your Back

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The cold night had left Æsilfír in a sour mood, which grew when she felt her stomach clench and gurgle from hunger. Maybe that was shy she'd slept so poorly- she'd been chasing rabbits all night in her sleep. Maybe her luck would get better today, bit she doubted it. It felt more like a no bones kind of day. 

And she wasn't wrong. Her first hunt ended in failure and left her full of burrs after not quite clearing a burrdock plant. The small, round balls of hooks embedded themselves happily in her dark grey fur, causing her to stiffen in her rangy gait a bit. She scented her way toward a creek, figuring she could at least get a drink to quell the rumbling in her gut for a bit. 

She heard the playful, high-pitched squeaks of the otters before she even saw the stream, and slowed her gait to approach with a bit more caution. Like a panther, she began to slink forward, ears flattened and pale haze sharpened as she saw the glinting of water through the bush. 

What caused her to halt momentarily was the scent of another wolf. She paused to analyze it- a male, she thought, and the complexity within his scent that might've hinted he was a pack wolf. Downwind, so potentially, he was hunting the otters as well- selfishly, she was irked. It was her time to eat now. She approached the area cautiously and didn't bother watching the playful otters as she came closer- instead, she remained low, and cast her gaze around until she thought she could see a dark, greyscale figure well concealed on the opposite bank. 

She crouched, remaining silent for now. She gestured with a swift jerk of her muzzle, hoping to catch his attention without distracting the otters. Gazing at him with her sizzling, thistle glare, she jerked her muzzle toward the otters. Without speaking, she opened her mouth and exaggeratedly mouthed YOU HUNTING!? with an almost accusatory glint of her teeth. 

If he was hunting- too bad for him. She was starving and wasn't willing to back down on this one, even though she had never actually hunted otters before and had zero game plan in mind.