Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

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though the other boasted of their skill, it was evident after watching them fail that they were not so gifted; or perhaps the fish were smarter than they looked. hosannah did not make a comment as she observed. it was not her place to judge, as she only wished to eat her fill and perhaps return to the rose-wolves with something to show for her adventure.

she too bowed before the rushing creek, propping herself over the flowing water and stiffening her limbs against the pull. it was strong, this current. strong enough to perhaps catch her if she were not careful and pull her along. the chill was refreshing at first, but the longer she waited and watched, the less inclined hosannah was to be there.

then, a glimmer. she struck out with her long snout and snapped her teeth --- only to hear and feel the clack of her teeth against the river stones, as her target slipped by. the water chilled her further once it was in her mouth, and the sensation worked through her dark gums and in to her head, causing a brain-freezing discomfort.