Sunset Valley good has made you blind

Between the two of them there was enough.

Sanja stared at the pile which the shadow had gathered. Fish, bird, some kind of fat water-rat with a wide tail. Her own pile was comparitively pathetic: A frog, fingerling, and the mudskipper's almost gelatinous body. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and all that.

With a small huff Sanja tucked in to her meal; before long only the soft-bodied skipper was left and after the mouthful she'd unintentionally swallowed during its capture, she was uncertain about its validity as a meal.