Qeya River Ocean glass

She perched patiently on the shore, amber eyes watching the fish drifting in the shallows. They looked fat and juicy, largely unaffected by the famine plaguing the terrestrial wildlife. For the longest time, none of them came anywhere near close enough for Wildfire to attempt a strike, especially given that she was no expert fisher. But her patience eventually thinned, the desperation of horrible hunger snapping it. Abruptly, she lunged toward a small school of bluegills in the crazy hope that she would miraculously snatch one.

The fish scattered rapidly and the she-wolf stood there, blinking water out of her eyes and staring down at the now cloudy water swirling around her ankles. She felt a flash of heat across her back, a mixture of panic and anger at the desperation of the situation, and found herself fighting tears as she backed onto the nearby bank again.

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