Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

The wild woman had seen Nettleclaw's catch.

Nettleclaw felt her legs tense, her heart scream, her mind roaring go go go

But the wild woman had seen. She lurched in a terrific display of dominance. Nettleclaw felt her jaws tighten around the wriggling fish, the taste of blood tinting her senses, the feel of slimy scales against her tongue forbidding her against yielding.

Nettleclaw did not realize the wild woman feared water. She was just the type that would take advantage of this if she'd known, by springing into the bracing waters and swallowing the fish whole.

As it was, Nettleclaw only noticed those sharp teeth and how quickly they came for her.

Nettleclaw dropped the fish with a scream and scuttled to the far bank, teeth bared, spine hunched, and tail tucked in a show of overzealous submission.