Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

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Perhaps it was his age showing through. The two others managed to dive right in to work and come out of their attempts with plump fish, adding two to the empty pile. It was up to Njal now to make it a trifecta, but he was already dampened by his failure, disgruntled and chilled. He squared off against the water, waited as patiently as his grumpy old self could, and then took the plunge. This time, he felt something slip by his chin. He redirected his maw to a different angle and snapped furiously, catching one fish with his incisors and staining the water red; yet that fish escaped, trailing crimson through the water. A second later he was withdrawing his dripping face from the pool and a different fish, a more intact fish, hung limply from his clenched teeth. He tossed it beside himself, then licked his chops clean.