Stealth didn't hear it coming.
A couple of globs of mud flew through the air suddenly and made a direct hit on Stealth's head. She growled and shook her head quickly, searching for the instigator she knew all too well.
Mischief.
The otter barked at her from a few yards away. She was sitting up behind a log embedded in a patch of mud, with more mud in front of her. Stealth marveled for a moment that the dice wasn't covered in mud herself.
Stealth growled and slowly advanced from her hiding place. Mischief barked at her a few more times, spun around in a circle then made a run for it, bounding along the log in an attempt to lure Stealth into her own little 'playground'.