Special Anniversary Story #2 Come to Dust - Origins
Big, tall, and gruff, he was not what you expected when you pictured a river otter. whoever his mum and dad were, they musta been giants. in his left hand, the otter held that knife he got from somewhere none of us knew.
Quiet Voices
He'd heard that river otters could stay submerged for six or eight minutes at a time, but it was still nerve-wracking to him, wondering if he'd see the young male again.
To Discover
Even if orion was a river otter, rivers were just one more legend of the past; the ocean would be the closest thing he'd ever find to his natural environment.
Blood on Ice - Chapter Fifteen
"we mika otters are river otters from the south. we have cold winters but i never did like them all that much." "what did you hear about me?" i asked softly, staring up at this other otter. he turned and smiled down at me.
Blooming Tides - Chapter 2: Humble Beginnings
Whatever her differences were from a river otter, their affinity for the water was something they must haveshared. he patted her head, and her smile grew brighter. "o-okay! thank you, avi!" "you're welcome, dear. did you want to keep going?"
Simultaneous
He looked like any other river otter with no distinguishing features. had he walked by him, he would not have caught david's eye. the town he lived in was small, perhaps no more than a thousand or two living there at any given time.
Tribal Diplomacy
On the opposite side, bravjen's own dreampal in the form of a river otter did likewise for the loresinger, albeit, projecting a more golden glow, like sunlight from its figure. "no. this one was black and brackish, with eyes like coals.