Greatwater Lake Fishing for Fish

Caiaphas practically howled with fury as the fox discarded of the uneaten fish -- in a frenzy she lept after it, disappearing into the billowing water. She kept only her head aloft and looked absurd, paddling through the rushing froth with her chin locked tight and fish clamped tightly between her teeth.

Her foray into the water was fruitless and she swirled to return to shore, a sodden, wet heap that now looked more gaunt and sickly than before with lackluster and waterlogged fur. She delivered an abyssal stare to the fox, and dumbly, for a moment, panicked. She didn't relish the idea of dying -- but the fish was overwhelmingly enticing. She piggishly looked at the fox, finding little trace of deceit in its expression. She slid to the ground and tore into the fish wolfishly and without regard -- her sinister eyes locked on the fox as she ate. "Don't care," she chuffed between gorging bites -- "Im gonna die anyway." Without even chewing, she swallowed the rest of the fish -- her eyes half bulged with greed. She slithered forwards, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. "I got bit last night by a rabid skunk..." A lie, but it would have certainly explained her erratic behavior.