Black-tipped ears flick and swivel, scooping up the smallest sounds into pink-lined cups of snowy velvet. Peeking over the back of a worn-looking leather armchair the person they belong to is hidden - at least until he spins his rather comfy perch with one dangling leg, that seat twirling slowly, erratically upon the whims of a single footpaw. Following the contours of his ears downwards they slowly slip away into a little ruff of fur framing the little male's face, white fuzz transitioning into thicker, autumn-red fluff. Surrounding his down-turned eyes and stretching across his muzzle and chin is a soft coating of more snowy fur, making his slightly wider, blunter muzzle stand out - a remnant of his lutrine ancestry. The snow-and-autumn colouration of his face follows down his neck to his collarbone, where a little tuft of that white fur stands out, setting the border between his muzzle-fur and the creamier fur of his chest and belly, a light, smooth shade of brown tinged with just a hint of pink. The russet red flows down his shoulders all the way to his wrists, where it stops in favour of smooth jet-black fur and dark, leathery pads, the latter covering the undersides of his fingers and his palms. Nestled in his lap is the object of the majority of his attention; a reasonably-sized leather-bound notebook, cradled gently in one paw while the other slowly scrawls upon its pristine white pages with a simple black ballpoint pen. His silky, autumn fur flows down his sides and back, caressing his bare hips before continuing down to his legs, covering all but his inner thighs until it reaches his black-furred footpaws. His pose seems rather comfortable, one leg folded up onto the seat of the chair to provide a surface for him to write on, and the other dangling off the side to press and kick gently off the floor, slowly twirling his chair this way and that. His position reveals a hint of the same creamy fur from his chest and belly upon the inside of one thigh, confirming the path of the russet silk lining the rest of his form. Behind him his tail seems to have a mind of its own, flip-flopping from one side of the chair to the other, the traditional otter rudder-tail lined with much thicker fur and banded with stripes of red and black all the way from base to tip. The rest of his body carries the lithe grace of a swimmer's build, another hint of his otter ancestry. His chest and belly are both slender and toned, not enough muscle for any proper definition, but certainly enough to betray his flexibility, lithe grace, and a hidden sense of strength. Those russet-furred arms carry a little more definition, enough to show the shape of his musculature through that silken fur. The only place on his body that shows so much as a hint of fat seems to be his legs, those hips and thighs carrying a little more meat than almost anywhere else.