Qeya River I should've left that side of town alone

Zahir was proud, too proud to take what was offered, despite the fact that it had been hers to begin with. She shook her head, loosing a low growl as she moved further away from the other woman. Downriver, she found she had more luck. She came to stand in the icy flow, hip deep, and when she struck out it was to find an even larger salmon flopping in her jaws. Zahir would not release this fish, no matter how much it struggled. She killed it by tearing it's head off, and she snapped it down ravenously, beginning to devour to fish chunk by chunk, bones and all. Zahir wasted nothing.