Heron Lake Plateau Good morning sunshine

Mag's ears flinched back to block out the tone of the rambler; and as she witnessed the stranger leaving after, she had no reason to prevent that.

Many thanks, your absence'll make this task much simpler. She cajoled in a vaguely sing-song voice, turning back to the water to stalk a fish.

This time went a little better than the last. Mag dove at the water and slapped it with her forepaws, trapping something, and then scissored her teeth through the frothed water.

When she drew herself upon the bank after, she held a fish by the cheek.