She looks about her with intense, dark eyes. They miss nothing; not a frog sunning itself, not a salamander that slides under a rock. Her chocolate fur bristles.
She is a river otter; her name is Lutra.
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Her brother, Seeq, greets her with a lick between the ears.
She remembers, bittersweet, the first time they shared such a greeting. Mother had gone hunting. They waited hours; then suddenly, a loud thunderclap shattered the silence.
She jumped, and the little ones squirmed beside her.
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