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rolled to see if she caught the feesh

With her victory in mind, Ragna sought to show off further, intent on impressing Szymon. She took to the rocks with grace and ease, perched above the shallows. She spent some time in patient, watchful silence, biding her time until a fish darted into her path. Finally, she struck, thrusting her head into the water. For a moment all she could taste and feel was the cold salt water, until her jaws snapped shut around her prey. Ragna reared her head from the water, hopping off of the rocks and to the hard, wet sand of the intertidal. The fish snapped back and forth furiously as Ragna blew salt water from her nose.

She dropped her catch to the ground and, with a great crunching sound, ceased its struggling. Ragna then looked to Szymon, grinning cheekily, her eyes flashing a challenge. I have found a pack, she said. We are small. Our numbers will grow. She thought of Eshamun's children, whose fate she was yet unaware of. And then, with little ceremony, Ragna tore into her meal, though she watched to see how Szymon would fare with his catch.