The angry otter ploughed his way through underbrush, pushing saplings aside and stomping through once-peaceful forest glades. Birds flew off in a panic as angry gruffs punctuated heavy stomping.

It had been many months since the otter had set off on his journey for his missing fish, with little to show for it. Whomever had stolen his prize had made a clean getaway. And yet the otter kept on searching, undeterred in his quest.

The otter's ears suddenly perked as he heard rustling in bushes up ahead. He assumed a fighting stance as the rustling grew louder. Whatever it was, it was coming closer. Perhaps another fish thief! Maybe even the one that had his fish!

The angry otter stood, paws on hips, glaring ferociously at the bushes, preparing himself for the worst. The shrubbery stopped rustling for a few breathless moments as he glowered at it. Suddenly, out of the bushes popped a small furry creature, straight at him!

The angry otter jumped back in surprise. It was a smaller otter with light brown fur, and a pleasant disposition (though most furries he met were more pleasant than he)

"Who are you, and what do you want?" said the angry otter, looking stern, hoping to scare him.

"I'm  Serv," said the little otter, not looking the least bit afraid, "and you need to chill out a bit."

The angry otter, slightly displeased at the little otter's lack of fear, gruffed and stomped a paw down. "What were you doing in those bushes? And was it you who stole my fish? Tell me!"

Serv shrugged. "I don't know who stole your fish...and I'm just finding a nice place to sit and smoke a while. Wanna join me?"

The angry otter sniffed suspiciously at Serv. "Trying to drug me? That won't work - now stop trying to distract me - tell me where to find my fish!" He crossed his arms, tapping a foot impatiently. Serv looked unimpressed.

"Look, if a fish is all you want, I'll just go and catch you one. I'm a champion fisher you know."

The angry otter scratched his head. In his months of tracking down his stolen fish, catching a new, fresh fish hadn't occurred to him. He pondered for a bit.

"I'm not so good at catching fish" he admitted finally, looking a bit embarassed. He thought for a bit longer. "So...you really meant it when you said you'd help me catch one?" he said hopefully.

"Come with me, let's stick together for a while" said Serv. "Do you want a big fish or a small one?"

The angry otter's stomach growled and he licked his lips. "A big one! The biggest one you can catch!"

They set off together towards a nearby body of water, big otter bulldozing his way through the undergrowth, smaller otter following in his trail of destruction, chatting all the way.