river otters

The big pup ventured out cautiously, everyday he’d venture out a ew steps further than the day before. As steadily as he was growing so was his world. Océan was relatively quiet but adventurous boy. He’d yet to truly discover the anger that lived within him. He was young, innocent, and yet to lose control. For now he was curious and inquisitive. He followed his dark nose, he’d find a trail not of wolf origin. It wasn’t cat, it wasn’t canine, and he’d never seen anything like it.

Before he knew it Océan was further than ever from the den. He followed the trail all the way to the river where it seemingly slipped into the depths. Dark ears perked forward curiously and half astounded that anything wanted to get into the frigid waters.