Upriver she walked, the salmon at her side. The end of the spawning season made for easy pickings, this river marking the resting place of any that chose to lay here whether she intervened or not.
Nive waded amidst their dying bodies, her teeth snagging one glistening red body after another as she tossed them methodically onto the frozen bank. The activity of the nesting grounds had stirred the water enough to dissuade any ice, and the river girl knew exactly how to manoeuvre the strong currents.
Blood dribbled down her chin, staining her pale chest a sunset pink as another fish was snagged in her jaws. Their death breathed life to the frozen taiga, but that did not stop a pitiful pang in her chest. Did they know what lay at their journey's end? Or was it simply an instinct too powerful to resist.
Nive waded amidst their dying bodies, her teeth snagging one glistening red body after another as she tossed them methodically onto the frozen bank. The activity of the nesting grounds had stirred the water enough to dissuade any ice, and the river girl knew exactly how to manoeuvre the strong currents.
Blood dribbled down her chin, staining her pale chest a sunset pink as another fish was snagged in her jaws. Their death breathed life to the frozen taiga, but that did not stop a pitiful pang in her chest. Did they know what lay at their journey's end? Or was it simply an instinct too powerful to resist.
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