Sunset Valley good has made you blind

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The assault across the water let to Sanja snapping at silver drops, not the fat bodies of frogs like she had intended. Fish had vanished at the first sign of her shadow and the stamping of her feet did her no favors; but the other wolf had done well.
With a chuff of dissatisfaction Sanja stilled, dripping, her fur in wild clusters.
Something moved in the reeds — so there she went, snapping after it. This time she rose from the mess of mud with a small fish writhing at her snout.