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silence settled between the sisters, for words were oft not necessary. ying moved downstream, so she stepped delicately into the water with little more than a few ripples — unlike her aforementioned sister, who leapt into the water with a noisy splash. she shivered as cold prickles crept up her legs and into her spine. it was unpleasant, but she'd take it over fighting off bull seals any day.

being one whose primary focus was that of sea and soul, mei was not a skilled huntress, but her expertise on water and the creatures within it did give her an edge. since crustaceans were made available to them, that was her focus for this hunt; unlike fish, which were slippery and nimble. she upturned stones by the shoreline until movement caught her eye. She batted at it cattily until the creature was knocked onto its back at shore. her jaws made quick work of its shell with a satisfying crunch. she downed it before turning back to the water to repeat the process.