Casper had wanted to give it a go of fishing, because it seemed like there were a few fish still splashing about in the rivers surprising enough. But most creeks or rivers he had so far come across either didn’t really have many fish in it or were too frozen over to try. Yet the rushing sound of water attracted his attention as he followed a small run off, in hopes to find something. And so the young wolf had stumbled across Bramble Falls, his stomach rumbling loudly at the thought that he’d finally found a chance to fish.
The falls were rushing down the stone walls, the shallow pool untouched by ice as the tumbling water kept it too agitated to form any sort of cap over it. Which made Casper feel overjoyed, cause he could see the fish freely moving in the water. He’d finally get to eat! He wasn’t a terrible fisher, not a good one but he was good enough to know the basics.
So he quietly stood by the water’s edge, attempting to hold as still as possible and concentrate, a happy chirp distracted him. Casper had thought he was alone so it startled him and his head jerked up to spot a small head with round eyes stared back at him from the water. It was an otter! Casper blinked at it and it blinked back at him before ducking under the water.
Huh, was he in its hunting grounds? Was this fall its ho-? His thoughts were interrupted by a cold splash of water hitting him in the face, leaving him spluttering as loud chirps filled the air, as if the otter was laughing at his reaction.