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The Ranger shuffled out of her station, looking quite pleased with herself. She'd just taken a delicious chocolate cake out of the oven to cool. By the time she came back from her patrol, there'd be some tasty cake to frost and eat. Mmmmm!


Unfortunately for the Ranger, a crafty otter was skulking around nearby. Perhaps one of the craftiest otters, in fact - she had once been elected King of Pirates!

King or no, though, she found herself in a rather sticky situation a few minutes later, as for some reason, the window was a lot bigger on the way in than it was on the way out.

Anyone passing the Ranger's station would see the stately otter hanging out of the window, wriggling around and trying to get free.

Selene had been taking a nap when beneath the lids of her eyes colorful visions had begun to form and swirl and pulse. She hadn't seen much and thought much of it had faded into loose strands of fog-covered memories--the building had been quite clear. Possibly because she had seen it before.

She stood in front of it now, magenta eyes staring straight into the air before it until she seemed to be looking through the building. From the angle she currently had, she saw nothing, but intuition told her there was something here. She walked, rather than floated like her mother might, around until she found the small grouping of otters.

After staring at each of them for a moment, allowing her to make sure there was no threat from them, she turned her attention to the stuck pirate lord. She was a very lovely female and everything seemed to point that this had never happened before. Something had changed--not the window, the female's shape.

"Hum," she murmured in thought. She seemed to slowly come to some sort of conclusion before settling herself. "Hello," was all she said, a soft melodic whisper of air.

Sybil was off on her own, wandering the reserve sticking to the shadows, and enjoying the peaceful silence being away from the river dens. Much to the way she preferred things. Soon she found herself near the park ranger's cabin and from the shadows she could see that there seemed to be a small gathering of otters forming. This in itself she found rather odd. Moving a bit closer to the group, she stuck to the shadows to get a closer look at the situation. It was then that she noticed the female otter in the window, whom also seemed to appear stuck there. Though she hadn't spent much time around her family, she did vaguely recognize the female as one of her mothers friends. Curiosity getting the better of her Sybil flew out from the shadows and over to the window to further analyze the situation.

Damshe Ralke had never been to the Reserve before but that didn't worry him. He knew how to handle things out in the wilderness and always enjoyed a good hike through beautiful nature. His goal was to locate the Park Ranger's station, a reasonable sounding way to start his first trip here.

After a few hours of wandering, he finally found it. However, he was quite surprised at its current condition. That is to say, he hadn't expected a group of otters to be surrounding it, with one apparently stuck in the window.

Damshe halted a few yards away from the small group. It appeared to him that he was the only human present and he wasn't sure that the otters would appreciate his intrusion. So, he decided to watch and wait for now. Though, the urge to help was there...

She felt, rather than saw or heard, the presence of the human. She twitched her ears back, concentrating on it for a moment, before turning her attention back to the otter in a rather sticky situation. Intuition told her the human meant no harm--wanted to help really, but she wasn't about to alert anyone to his presence. She would, as she often chose to do, let others figure it out for themselves. If asked, she'd be truthful, but there was no sense telling them now.

Selene wished one of her siblings or mother would wander by, perhaps their telekinetic abilities could be of use. She had never quite managed to reach much potential in that department. She could lift rocks and sometimes a mini or rabbit but she'd never attempted large things. Even small things sometimes had a habit of crashing down, and she didn't want to hurt someone. She was sure any telekinetic poking or prodding or pushing she did wouldn't do good at all.

"Hum," she murmured--a habit that seemed to be her way of telling others she would say something soon--staring at the window. "You can't go back?" A rather obvious idea, really, but best to get the obvious out of the way.

Jess tilted her head again. "Trying to back up is a good idea, although then Grandma-ma might be stuck inside, instead." She glanced over toward the human who'd arrived on the scene when Moonglow pointed him out. "Or perhaps, if she did get stuck inside, he could operate the door, like the ranger does.

"But ... we'd need someone who speaks human." She crinkled her nose and looked back at the rest of the group. "Do we know someone who speaks human?"