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The malguk wandered down from the glacier after her patrol. The wounds on both sides of her neck were healed, leaving only hairless spots with brights pink scars; she barely even noticed them anymore aside from the times she happened to catch her reflection in the water. She was not at the river today to look at her reflection, though; Taki had trekked down here to check on the area and had been drawn to the water for a drink. As she pulled the the cold liquid in her mouth, a flip of a tail downstream caught her attention.

She lifted her snowy head, gaze locking on the area where she had seen the movement before silently padding over. She took a few slow, cautious steps into the water, careful not to make a bunch of commotion and scare the fish she was hoping was still around. Once far enough into the water, she ceased movement and waited. Soon, she saw the large, silver creature gliding towards her. Waiting for the exact right moment, she shot her muzzle into the water just before the fish moved in front of her. Her teeth met the flesh of her prey, and she clamped down hard, pulling her head from the water as the fish wiggled between her jaws. Taki moved to the shore, dropping the fish on the ground before holding it in place with her paw. Reaching down, she clamped her mouth around the creatures head and with one swift bite, her prey's movement came to a stop. She lifted her head again and looked around before shaking the water from her thick, northern coat.