A rugged, anthropomorphic otter, sporting a dusty brown Stetson and a weathered leather apron, stands amidst a sun-drenched Western landscape. He holds a gleaming cleaver in one paw, poised above a pile of freshly caught trout. His fur is slicked back, revealing a determined glint in his eye. A weathered wooden sign hangs above him, proclaiming "Otto's Otterlicious Fish Market." The air is thick with the scent of river water and brine. In the distance, a tumbleweed rolls across the dusty plains.