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Saucy hadn’t meant to draw blood with her attack, but she miscalculated how hard she’d snapped. She’d just sliced his snout, a trickle of blood oozed out through his fur. She felt bad, and held off for a moment to see if he was alright. Her icy eyes followed him as he moved further out into the brine, but something in her gut paused her from joining him. She was way better at swimming than when she’d first encountered the Stormrift wolves, and while she might venture to swim out to him, she dared not tussle with him in that water.

She took a few tentative steps forward, trying to appear as though she wasn’t bothered by the mysterious dark water. She let out a few snorts, her eyes and nose still stung and her head still pinched from the earlier impact. Why can’t we fight on land, I was doing great on the sand. You know I’m not the best in the water, she said reluctantly, feeling the cold burn of the winter water along her chest fur now.