Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

She was confident enough until the time came to get into the water. Ying remembered that she hated shellfish, and that her one successful hunt with Hua and Mei had been a total fluke. It was too late to back out now; she was determined to win, and it appeared that Asmodeus was, too. Apprehensively, she turned her back to the sea and began to dig into the freshly wet sand.

Nothing? She looked anxiously to her opponent, who had by then caught two of his three prizes. Her paws began to kick even harder, but she was still left empty...pawed. The tide was coming back in, so Ying retreated with a frustrated sigh. You lie to me, she barked. There was no way that an inland wolf had beat her. No way! 

A winner was a winner, but if he wanted praise, Asmodeus was out of luck.