Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

Wednesday had kept to the coast after stalking Gristle and encountering that inky male. She thought nothing of that now as the day had passed, and she had better things to think of. Wednesday had stolen from a band of coyotes an average meal, and successfully foraged for mice. She carried the last one toward the river, moving from forest to sand again to see if there was anything the ocean had dragged in.

First there was a wolf there. The other prompted her to chomp the small meal and swallow it near whole, the thin tail flopping unattractively past her lips and getting caught between her canines. What was left of that fell to the earth, but as there was no nutritional or beneficial value to it, she continued on her way toward the river with nothing for the other to take. She gave herself plenty of room from him so that she could assess him past slanted eyes while she wet her throat and slaked her thirst.