All is peaceful in the great silent forest in which the otter has made his home, until one morning...
An unassuming boulder resting against a rock face begins to stir, rocking back and forth, further and further, until it finally rolls to the side.

From out of the darkness behind it peers a sleepy (and angry) looking otter. After a long, cold winter, he has awoken, ready to renew his hunt for the dastardly thief who stole his fish!

He sniffs at the air, then gruffs as the wind picks up, still cold air piercing his shaggy pelt. He had awoken a few months too early, it seems - but now that he was awake, it was too much trouble to head back to bed.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, the otter once again stomps through the underbrush, sending shrubbery and small animals flying as he pads towards his next destination - a gathering of furries called Vancoufur!

Perhaps he will see a few of you there!