Tuktu Weir Sustenance

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forward dated to the 3/20.

The weir was massive, and would provide the Dominion with plenty of food, and not just fish. At the moment, however, the Cruor Queen was fishing - her orange eyes bored into the hole in the ice, awaiting movement. The snow was melting, but the weir was still mostly frozen. After several minutes, there was a glitter of scales in the sun, and she lunged forward; a large salmon flopped in her jaws, but she crunched it in her mouth until it quit moving, blood dripping from her muzzle. She moved away from the bank, setting down her kill, and she tore into it ravenously. There might even be enough for Vivaan.