Ocean's Breath Plateau Shoreline Like Vines

Mojag was excited by his first find, and would have stayed right there to study the fish had his new friend not lunged for it so suddenly! She snapped at the water and within seconds her teeth scored the fish. Throughout the splashing and the sudden tumult of the moment, the boy gave a choked protest of oh no - dont - !!

It was too late.

The fish was wounded and struggling where she'd dropped it. Mojag watched with a horrified expression at first which transformed in to a muted sort of resignation. He nosed at the fish as it gave its last few twitches, its wet body - now streaked with red where the skin had been punctured - dappled with brilliant white spots, as he'd thought.

The woman said something about looking and not touching and Mojag wanted to be friendly, or commiserate over her injury, but - he found more remorse inside of himself, rather than care for the woman. Why did you do that? He asked blithely, trying to shake the effect the moment held over him.

I was trying to show you the fish, not eat it.