Wheeling Gull Isle and what is it you say to them?

Strand felt a bit better about herself after watching the male’s embarrassing attempt. He’d still caught something, though, which was better than what she’d done. She nodded to herself and turned back to the water, focusing. He’d given her more room. She didn’t know if that would help, but it couldn’t hurt, right? It took a while for another fish to swim close enough. All the movement from before seemed to have scared them off momentarily. Just as she was getting bored, a silvery form swam close to her legs and she lunged for it without thinking. Her teeth sank into its form and she tasted blood. Euphoria rushed through her body as she pulled her head up out of the water, and she looked over at the male and wagged her tail widely before turning to drop her catch in the sand.

She made her way back to the water, her legs and paws completely numb where the cold had seeped into them. "Wanna try for one more?" she asked.