Otatso Wetlands Fisher's bite

god, she loved men who knew things.

'ell, 'hy don't- her next step found no ground and gun was, for a moment, submerged until she, coughing, dipped back up with a leaf flat on the top of her skull.

-okay! okay, 'e haddle now. she kept herself floating in place, kicking strong legs underwater. there'sh, there'sh like, a den o'er there, i think, they all run into sha'e hhlace 'en i go near. ihh you know hunt that, i'll help.