Totoka River reelingline

Whoops and calls of praise sounded from behind, Worm too felt a smug satisfaction as the fish wriggled between her jaws, heavy on the tail-end and thwapping ceaselessly at the side of her face.

Keep fucking hitting me, and I will drag the guts from you while you're still alive.

What a nasty thought! Worm kept it tucked inside, depravity saved for when it was truly needed. She heeded Meredith's notion and waded back to the shoreline, readjusting her grip and sealing it's fishy demise with one sharp bite to the right place. No more squirming.

It's remarkably easier than catching deer. She chirped, staying on her belly, fish wedged between two thin limbs. Should we catch some more? Bring some back for the others? She queried, leering forward almost eagerly.

It was almost enough to make her forget what she was. What she was here to do.

Bait, to be dangled in front of the fish's mouth. Good thing Meredith had taught her how to kill fish.