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Wylla had spent half her life on the coast and half her life inland. Like the paler of her brothers, she preferred the taste of rabbit and venison over fish and seal, but she wasn't really picky. Food was food, after all. As long as she had something to eat, Wylla was happy enough. Time in Grimnismal had given her an advantage, though, when it came to procuring food from the sea. She mistakenly thought that fishing in a river was much the same.

She was chest-deep in one of the shallower sections of the river. Flanked on both sides by raging rapids, the water here was frothy and fast-flowing, but there were no undertows capable of pulling her legs out from under her. Ocean fish could be had by moving with the ebb and flow of the sea and learning to swim and dive; river fish were more clever, it seemed, and gave her such a wide berth in the water that she couldn't possibly reach one. She made several attempts, lunging at silver shapes streaking by, but came up empty every time.

With a frustrated groan, the sopping wet Wylla pulled herself up onto a rock and flopped down on her side to dry off. Idly, as she watched the surface of the river rippling, she lowered her muzzle and began to lap at the rock between her paws.