Ankyra Sound shovels & keys

We'll call this one prepaid, Rae joked without elaborating; the price he'd paid was obvious, she thought. Plenty of rainwater around. Take your pick of puddles. I'll go track down something for you to eat. She might have tried to help him, but given their size difference and her own aversion to the touch of strangers, she couldn't wrap her mind around the logistics of it. So she only watched him struggle for a moment, then turned away.
She figured he would be sick of water and everything to do with it, and opted to hunt something on land. Rae wasn't well-versed in hunting anything but the smallest game — so it was a squirrel she pursued and then killed a little messily. Then a second, because her pride wouldn't let her bring back so little. Two squirrels was still hardly a meal, but it was probably more than enough for a sea-tossed stomach. She returned with fur tousled, trailing blood from her sloppy kills; one of them was hardly recognizable, though mostly intact in the context of a meal.