Duck Lake did we drink the poison or just a placebo?

Her stomach hurt.

Win cracked open one of her eyes to stare blankly at the midday sun. It beat across her sprawled form in the shadow of a bush she’d managed to crawl beneath.

She shuffled enough to roll to her stomach, ignoring the way her stomach cramped and rolled, and swaggered to the waterside. Her hipbones stuck out from the waft of hair on her back, far too thin for this late in the season.

But well. Win wasn’t a great hunter to begin with, and to add to it the great scars on her flanks and legs made it difficult to move some days. But, well. She didn’t quite care, she was managing, she said as she sucked down carrion and made grabs for slow to flee birds. Three out of four times were fails, but that once in a try she managed to grab one, well. She would feast for the night.

Win, unconcerned, just walked out into the water and proceeded to dunk her face into it. Maybe she’d see a fish she couldn’t catch, who knew!