Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

There came a splash again, but it was larger, and Magnolia saw it was Veran's attempt to grab for a frog that caused the ruckus. She hoped he was successful - for her own benefit more than his, truthfully - and when she smelled blood, she was more alert.

The woman licked her lips. She was about to praise him for his success when she saw the dangling leg without its body. With a sigh she settled back again to wait and watch, and idly began to pluck at some of the grasses. The subtle movements she employed might not disturb the frogs, or it might send them out among the edgewater.

At least he'd gotten a taste.