Wheeling Gull Isle in the water

She said nothing in response, but smiled, watching as he went for the fish with curious eyes. Unfortunately, this one wasn't meant to be caught, as Rokig came up empty-jawed. She flinched slightly as the spray caught her, gently shaking out her silky pelt. "Awww," she said in sympathy, mouth tightening in genuine disappointment. "So close."

Maegi continued to look at the water, trying to find the silvery shape she'd caught sight of before. She glanced over to Rokig, trying to remember how he had done it. Just straight down into the water, jaws open. She thought of the last time she was underwater--running from Serem--and shivered, the old wound on her head throbbing anew.

Finally, another silvery shape made its appearance, and Maegi said nothing, meaning to try to catch this one herself. She took a deep breath to steady herself, trying not to stir the surface of the water, and waited for it to draw near. It was right under her nose when she lunged, mouth open--

Her eyes squeezed shut as icy water filled her mouth, nose, it burned--but her jaws snapped shut, sinking into slippery flesh. She yanked her head out of the water, pulling out a flapping fish, which promptly smacked her repeatedly in the face with its tail. Shocked, she flung it to the ground, where it writhed in trembling agony, bleeding from where she'd bit it.

Unsure of what exactly to do--but knowing she had to kill the damn thing somehow--Maegi stepped on it with her left forepaw, bringing her full weight down. The spine snapped, and the fish ceased to move, limp on the sand.

She whirled to face Rokig, mouth open in surprise. "Wow!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I can't believe it! I just caught a fish!" She swiped her tongue along her lips, trying to get rid of the salty, cloying taste.

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