Greatwater Lake misdirection

perhaps this was a task meant for the thin, wiry girl alone. zharille watched, and sank to her haunches, wondering how exactly this might work. the songbird was able to use her tail as bait somehow and then she dove for the water, plunging in to it! the splash made zharille recoil; she did not enjoy the sensation of being wet, and besides that she could not swim too well.

when the girl returned to the bank she carried two fish, and there was a blood scent in the air which zharille attributed to them. both fish were dropped unceremoniously before zharille and, hungry as she was, she sought the fatter of the pair and dragged it tail-first away.

her interest in the fish continued, as she tore in to it and devoured what she found; songbird's injury wasn't noticed until after, and even then, zharille was distracted by the full belly and the strong odor of fish blood across her own face; she gave the girl a cursory look and then snorted, licking her lips. as suddenly as she was sitting, she was lunging for songbird and planted a swipe or two of her tongue - still dripping with fishbits - across the girl's cut nose.

this was thanks, as best she could manage.