Verdant Basin That's very Frankenstein-ian of you.

It was an unremarkable silver glimmer, some nodescript trout that might have lasted longer if the wolf was less experienced or if she had not learned from her betters. A pair of black paws settled in the silt; the fish twisted a few times while the wolf stood there, letting blood drip from the puncture of its teeth, until everything was still again.

She withdrew with her catch and began to strip the scales from the trout's body with her teeth. This wasn't as expertly done; Sanja was often too impatient to properly clean her catches, which was detrimental if you've ever had a scale catch in your gums (unpleasant). Before long the trout would begin to stink, so she had to be quick.