A small, four foot skunk anthro sits quietly in the grass on the far shore of the lake. He has been waiting there for a long while, slowly progressing towards the shore over the last day. He's very skilled at avoiding predators, it's the only reason he's lived this long. But this reptile is different, special, and it's really giving the dehydrated rodent the willies.<br/><br/>The sudden action at the watering hole has prevented him with just the opportunity he was waiting for, but his fear of the reptile guardian has kept him from taking advantage. Adrenaline is rushing through his viens faster than it ever has before, and he fears of his heart beat increases anymore he won't have to worry about thirst killing hom off.<br/><br/>Finally he can not take the waiting anymore, the sudden splash snapping him out of his fear-based paralysis, and he darts for the water's edge with a jug in hand, hoping to dunk it and run while the fearsome lizard is pre-occupied with his two, and potentially more, guests.