An otter in battle armour stands upright on rock, axe in both paws, whiskers out, lightning tearing across the sky behind it.
The fur has been drawn wet and slicked back, which the armour sits on convincingly. It belongs to a set of animals given full warrior treatment, drawn in dense greyscale with lightning behind them and no caption anywhere on the shirt.
Otters spend most of their reputation being charming, so seeing one kitted for war is a genuine adjustment. Anyone who knows what otters are actually like will find it less surprising than it looks. For river watchers and for the fantasy shelf.
