Clint doesn't get big very often, but when he does, he gets very big. With his head in the clouds, the otter walks across the land, making sure to avoid stepping on anything important. On his latest casual stroll, the otter found someone of interest and decided to indulge his curiosity.

Poor Mellow! Hopefully Clint's curiosity won't be too much trouble, or the little guy might end up being kept for a while!

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When you're normal, there's only so far you can go. Cliffs can stop you from wandering, or a raging river might end your stroll. And then there are gates and walls and canyons and gaps with nothing to bridge the long emptiness between.

But as a giant, you're free. Free to go wherever you want. Cliffs can be small bumps. A river can be a small wet line. The forests you once walked nothing more than a patch of rough moss. It's a feeling of peacefulness, in a figure so tall and powerful it can reshape the landscape that shapes the paths of those too small to overcome it.

To Clint, towering a good hundred feet, it means a relaxing morning stroll over the countryside. With nothing to give him pause, he can freely wander where the normal-sized folks can't and not worry about stepping on anyone. ANd best of all, the refreshing morning air feels so good several stories up.

The otter, distracted by his own musings, almost doesn't notice when something darts across his path, right under his bare paw. He carefully sets it down and halts, arching an eyebrow as he looks way down to the tiny red and white thing. It's easy enough to make out the clothing and figure of a little rabbit, small even by normal standards. Before they can run, he plucks them up and sets them in his hand, on pink pads larger than the little fellow's body.

"Well, aren't you a wandering one? I'm surprised you got so far out from the town, little guy." The rabbit is squeaking something, but he can't quite make it out. "Aw, don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to have a little fun..."