Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

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It was business at once when they reached the water. First Njal went, his jaws coming up empty. Faolán felt a pang of sympathy at the burly wolf's audible disappointment. Next, Mazi tried her hand at fishing, and emerged with a flopping creature fixed between her teeth. "Well done!" he praised her, grinning as she killed the fish with a blow to the head.

It was his turn now, and the thin black wolf stayed still and steady, his face overlooking the water, watching the creatures swimming below. They darted to and fro, sleek bodies rippling with movement. When he felt that they did not sense his presence, Faolán mentally steeled himself and thrust his head into the water, jaws searching for something to clamp down onto. He closed his mouth. . .and teeth connected with scales, digging into the body with a satisfying tang of blood to follow.

Faolán lurched his muzzle out of the water, terrified the fish would somehow manage to wriggle out of his mouth and back into the water below, but he quickly slammed the fish onto the ground, its head hitting the surface with a sharp smack. Success!

He looked up at the others with a smile of satisfaction, nose still dripping cool water. "There's number two."