Post by Grath on Mar 15, 2010 0:28:17 GMT -6
Alecsander breached the cold, swift waters of the Moss, his fur darkened to a muddy auburn by the waters. The otter clambered from the river, shaking the water from his fur. Cared for properly, his coat was waterproof, and as the water droplets flew his fur fluffed out.
There was a fallen tree deeper in the forest, and it was beside this fallen giant of the forest that he built his small fire. Soon the fire was crackling merrily as it cooked his dinner, two medium sized trout and some old onions wrapped in mud. He steamed as the last of the moisture left his coat.
The big male otter dried his knife and resheathed it, leaning back against the log and closing his eyes.
There was a fallen tree deeper in the forest, and it was beside this fallen giant of the forest that he built his small fire. Soon the fire was crackling merrily as it cooked his dinner, two medium sized trout and some old onions wrapped in mud. He steamed as the last of the moisture left his coat.
The big male otter dried his knife and resheathed it, leaning back against the log and closing his eyes.