Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

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The pile was growing. Njal figured they could keep the biggest for Eshe and Kaskara and eat the smaller ones until they were fit to burst themselves; anything left after consuming that, they'd take directly to Scimitar. That's what he'd outlined as they'd come upon the gorge, but now that they were ankle-deep in the water and struggling to find as much as Njal had hoped for, he doubted the plan. Would it be easier to eat everything and tend to the pups themselves? The mothers would keep producing milk for a while yet — famine or not — sigh. He just didn't know.

It was best to focus on fishing. Except the more he tried to catch the slick little things, the less he seemed able. Njal snapped at the water, dove at the shadows as they passed by his paws, and gradually became too frustrated by the whole event; he did not add anything else to the pile, and was left soggy and morose upon the embankment. He turned his harsh gaze upon the others as if to signify his defeat, and then settled to rest and watch them.