Sex: Male@Kisla or anyone who might be near her den. :)
Otter had scarcely stopped moving since his acceptance. The excitement of being part of a new pack had kept his paws shifting around as he scouted the territory boundaries and interior and tracked what prey called it home. He had not even selected a new den. He dropped and slept where he had caught and ate his last meal... most often among a scattering of waterfowl feathers near the titular river itself. Ducks had become more plentiful as they arrived from their wintering grounds and paired off to court and nest near whatever water was open and accessible. It was prime hunting for Otter.
The initial burst of excitement was only beginning to wane when a new source of stimulation wound him up again. The lead female had given birth. The smell of new life was not hard to miss with all the dampness making scenting so easy. It caught his attention immediately as he drew near to her den while roaming. Immediately his path was altered. He swung into the breeze that had whisked the scent past his nose and soon found the den entrance unguarded. Or so far as he could tell it was. He had not looked or scented too hard because he was not worried. The cautionary voice in the back of his head that cried hey, listen! had given up on him and did not bother to recite what he knew and chose to ignore before: to be wary of mothers so soon after birth.
Splashing Otter dropped to his belly and crawled toward the den. He stopped a length from the entrance and then reached. First with his snout, he pressed it forward as far he could to sniff enthusiastically, his tail wagging with the thought of the pups inside. Then with his paw extended before him. His nails caught the dirt as he whined and whimpered with his desire to see and play with the pups. He had just enough sense to keep himself reigned back from shoving his curious head down the hole. But it was an effort and he rolled on his side, his white cheek laid on the ground, as he resisted his urges.