Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

Yami mostly ignored the woman after giving her instruction. She was an independent creature and the other wolf's presence mostly just frustrated her. She had brought Kiwi into the Ostrega's mind--a distraction she didn't need even at times when her focus wasn't required, let alone when it was. She wondered about her often, in spite of her efforts to forget. She knew it was useless thinking about the things she had lost. If only knowing that could actually make her stop.

Yami too heard the sounds and paused to peer through the reeds. She spotted the other girl, but her gaze slid right past, ignorant of the look she was given. Her prey was close. She took a few quiet, cautious steps closer to the edge of the water and shifted the grass apart with her muzzle, stilling suddenly when she spotted it--a fat, old otter, chittering here and there as it cleaned its fur.

They would have one shot. It was close to the water, leaving not much room for her to block its way. Yami didn't hold out much hope for this one, but she crept very slowly forward, doing her best to stay silent so she could get as near as possible before making her move.