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.