I wonder, she thinks, dipping in one foot, then another. The cold stings, then numbs in seconds. She holds still as the bodies scatter and return to the shade of the snag. She bends, sliding her hand over one, feeling it writhe from her grasp, trying another. She finds no purchase on the slippery scales until the scars of a third provide traction. She straightens, holding a writhing trophy by the tail.
“Dad,” she yells. (more…)