Tuktu Weir carastanyarro

they were plentiful, and she had never seen them before. a touch of arrogance was in her, thinking them easy prey.

most of the morning and slice of afternoon, and the hound had only captured driftwood. fur soaked in full and heavy, only likely catch would be a cold.

she dripped on the edge of the lake, watching as the flat-tailed builders swam so near, the thought they might be taunting her repeated itself.