absolutely no fun - j + o,

[ottermouth]

⸺ OTTERMOUTH ⸺

i t ' s  a l l  s o  i n c r e d i b l y  l o u d ,

Otter's head shot up when he heard that same booming noise come closer, and the blue suddenly filled his vision as he saw the giant creature. The long, threatening mouth housing many teeth spilled haphazardly down its maw. The tall fin on its back, the ferocious look in its glinting eyes. Otter nearly let out a scream, instead muffling it as he shot back, tail puffing up as he back-peddled as fast as possible, almost like the time he came face-to-face with a two-legged's giant dog. He had then, at the time of the encounter, ran up a tree and waited until the dog grew bored and went back when its two-leg called for it. Now, he knew he had no where to run, because that thing would hunt him down and easily tear him up.
Though those fears were swallowed when a rusty cat showed up, only for them to jump back up his throat and make him choke. He struggled to speak for a moment, unable to find the words he wanted when he studied the cat. That was the leader -- the one Otter swore to avoid. His ears flattened, heart pounding in his chest as his pupils slimmed. He must look like a right fool about now. He swallowed and slowly raised his head, claws digging into the soft ground as he tried to find his figurative footing. He had asked for his name. His name and his business by the both of them.
He had to think up a name. Shit. He looked at his paws for a brief moment as he opened and shut his jaw, before he cleared his throat. "U-uh, Ottermouth, sir. I- I wanted to join." He replied.

"TALKING"