History (1)
I changed into a white otter with brilliant green eyes. not many others in my school had transformed but as i looked to the left i saw him, my crush, crispin smith.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Eight
The white otter obviously felt uncomfortable about making space for himself in rye's apartment but he never said anything, even after he lied down on the couch with rye.
Autumn Woods - Finale
It took him a few seconds to recognize the white otter next to him and holding his paw. the white otter was sitting in a chair next to the bed, with his head resting on the edge of rye's mattress, sound asleep.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Two
To his surprise, the white otter performed the swan dive just as successfully as rye did, and produced a very tiny splash. watching the distorted white otter swim toward him again, rye took his forepaws out of the water and waited for cloud to surface.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Nine
The white otter pulled his knees to his chest as he sat up, but he groaned with discomfort the movement caused.
Tropical - Chapter Thirteen
The white otter leaned against rye. "i just don't want you to go." cloud's voice broke once. "i know," rye said trying to comfort cloud. "i don't want to go either. i have to go though."
Tropical Revised - Chapter Four
With cloud's paw holding rye back, the otter managed to move the apple out of rye's reach just in time, and he practically fell on the white otter.
Go home Zeke!
The komodo dragon was walking behind the white otter on a leash towards the pet store. he watched curiously through the gate as the door opened and the pair came in.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Two
Rye asked the white otter. "i'm not saying," cloud said and snickered. "it's not that big of a party anyway." "large enough," rye replied and smiled at cloud. "hey rye," aaron, a fox employee of beach lagoon, greeted the otter.
A Bleak Outlook (Part 1 of 2)
What the white otter said was true: the sixteen year-old bat had certainly come a long way since they began their sessions three months prior.
Tropical - Chapter Eight
With cloud massaging rye's lips with his own, rye felt the white otter slide his tongue into rye's maw. cloud's saliva tasted sweet to rye, but subtle, like the taste of an apple, which made the otter eager to taste more sweetness.
Tropical - Chapter Seven
He stuck his tongue out at the white otter who was getting up. "whatever," cloud stood up and walked with rye back to the line. "you can't catch me again." rye chuckled.