The otter hunter perched on the rock and spotted his prey. With a flip of a hand he snatched an arrow from his quiver and pulled back his bowstring. Ten days of tracking, four murdered innocents, now the criminal's time of violence would be over with a clothyard shaft through their black heart. Sighting down the shaft, he grins his teeth in anticipation of revenge.

Or he might just be fishing....

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YCH Commission for  Patch Kingfisher of his otter character.

Character ©  Patch Kingfisher
Art © Me