Sunset Valley good has made you blind

Sanja stalked a long-necked wading bird, itself stalking a frog or a fish in the spillway of the glacier's melting cap. When it dove to strike with lancing beak, she threw herself in to a run and aimed a snap for its extended neck —!
Too slow.
Its wings opened and for a time the woman's gaze was filled with stormy grays, unsure of where next to strike, and she felt a striking intimidation as the bird thrust down its wings and lifted free of the valley. It flew off to a deeper section and landed there, to stare scornfully back.
Huffing, the woman stared back for a time, then began to creep along. The scattered clouds above began to spit.