Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

The wild woman fell upon the fish. Nettleclaw watched mournfully as she pried flesh from bone in delicious smelling strips.

Now that the water was disturbed, Nettleclaw’s likelihood of a second catch was slim. The subordinate female licked her lips. A soft sigh exhaled in fumes around her muzzle. 

Once more she peered at the dark water. Nettlepaw felt the burn of the wild woman’s eyes upon her as she stalked the lapping edges.

A glint of light flashed in the depths. Nettleclaw sprung from the muddy bank, but this time came up sodden and empty-handed.