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The fish flailed in the water as Whrist tried to anticipate where it might flee, She lunged forward and snapped almost crashing into Arlette. The fish had swum toward the other wolf but turned to flee upon seeing the legs of the predator above it.

 Whrist came up victorious the fish flailing in her mouth, it knew it’s mortality now but could do nothing about it. The black femme nodded at Arlette and grinned despite the fish in her maw and trotted up the embankment. “Fanks” she offered around the fish that struggled.

Whrist stopped and stared at Arlette’s kill as Crawford perched upon it tearing out chunks and tipping his beak back swallowing the large chunks whole, Crawford knew his stolen supper was about to be interrupted.

Whrist growled at the Raven and accidentally dropped the fish, which began a flopping path back toward the stream, desperate for the oxygenated life giving water.