Witch's Marsh I'll never forgive Orange if they've wiped the twins

Mammalian life did not thrive in the marsh. There were no traditional prey animals to go after, much to Bhediya's dismay. Frogs, fish; they'd never been appetizing but now they were her only option. A bullfrog, large enough for a midday meal, sat croaking a few feet away.

Bhediya was hidden behind a nearby bush for cover. Tracking and hunting had never been her forte, but she figured that ought to learn. Her stomach rumbled. The frog took a cautious half-step forward.

The distance between them had obviously been miscalculated, making the jump ambitious at best. Bhediya leapt with all of her might and managed to land some two feet away from where she'd planned. Had she been given another moment, Bhe might have tried to run after the frog, but he was running in the other direction before she could even notice.