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The clever pup looks back to find Vastra following her, her peculiar fire markings making the little creature quite wary, despite the fact that she’s one of the smaller horses about. The other very small horse is not far behind her, his squeaky voice making the otter want to press her paws down on her ears. She’d never hear her brother then, though! So, when a third joins the group, the little otter decides that she’d better put some distance between herself and their voices (and giant, pup squishing feet). Bounding away from the horses, the little pup makes her way down the shore opposite from her father, occasionally darting up the bank to stand on her hind paws, and peer out over the meadow, with one paw raised like an awning upon her brow.

The father otter, however, is quite glad for the help, stopping his occasional whistles for his pup, and clapping his paws together once, when he notices the horses coming along with him. His fearful son, however, catches sight of Weaver overhead, and topples into the river with a squeak.

Even happier than her father is the friendly little otter, who feels fit to burst with excitement by the time everyone starts branching out into groups. With little otter chits of laughter that follow her even as she makes her way to Aelfwine, the sensation of Yael’s whiskers lingers for a while. Rubbing at them before she elatedly clambers up the doe’s face and clings fast to one of her multi-tined horns, the pup lets out a pip of delight when the mare lifts her crown, otter in tow.

Glancing back at Wessex with a toothy smile, she is quite amazed when Yael takes flight, unlike her skittish brother (just now making his way out of the river he’d fallen into), following her upwards and serpentine path with shining eyes.

Some time passes without sight of the missing pup, however, and soon, the father begins to think about doubling back, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly at the mere notion. Not only was he going to lose his handsome whiskers, but he was out a rather fine son, too! Feeling a tear well up in his eye at the sudden onslaught of despair, the father otter pauses to wipe it from his eye with the back of his black paw.

It’s just then, however, that a shrill otter squeal of fear and delight resounds down the river, not very far from where Pip, Vastra, Yael, and the clever pup have wandered down stream. Trundling down a nearby hillock, what appears to be a round stone with an otter pup wrapped around it careens towards the riverbank with swift speed. Plopping into the water with a splash, both pup and egg bob up to the surface, the little otter doing his best to hold fast to his prize, while squeaking for help from the nearest group.


[ The otter pup has appeared, with what appears to be an egg! Someone better help him out before he drowns, though...

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