The Floodlands Tickle your cheek and take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold.

She was able to hear the other girl's approach from what felt like miles away, how she was sploshing through the water with zero regard for anyone but herself.  She was lucky that Ceara hadn't been hunting, because she would have likely scared off every fish in an infinity-mile radius.

She swiped a paw over her muzzle and shook her pelt, taking a few steps back towards the shore.  Hey, uh, watch where you're going.  The ermine-white female was headed straight towards her, and Ceara had just about had her fill with being toppled over.