Heron Lake Plateau Good morning sunshine

The woman spat mud to mud, and then dunked her snout in to the water again, but this time it was without the insistence of catching a fish. She sloshed the water between her gums and the skin of her lips. When she raised again to spit again, there was a dark figure nearby that she had not seen among the trees earlier.

The offer for help was rejected almost immediately. Mag snorted and spat the wad of remaining detritus across the water and then turned to watch it float along a few beats, until a curious fish nibbled at it with a wide mouth and it was gone. Disgusting? Quite.

Yer loud voice'll scare the fish, if'n it hasn't yet. Mag remarked sourly. She knew it was not at all the stranger's fault she'd missed the mark but she wasn't about to admit weakness before another woman. Men, she could handle. They were predictable. Women - she always felt they required a sharper eye upon them.