Headfirst and fast like an avalanche

Rota's ears turned back, partially from the ear-splitting pain that ricocheted around her skull when the tiny thing screeched at her, and partially in shame, though she did smirl at the way the smaller wolf bristled and spat like an agitated cat. Her green squinting eyes scanned the delta before them as the tiny thing stomped off, and their eyes must have fallen on the same dark shadow thrashing back and forth in the shallows at the same time. More bile rose to the back of her throat but this time it wasn't the hangover... or maybe it was, because the earth still swayed beneath her paws as she rose off her sorry ass and followed the tiny green thing and her two stinky companions closer to the water. If the little one tried to take down something that outweighed her dear brother alone, well, it probably wouldn't bode well for the small one, and there was something about her demeanor that made the viking want to assist, protect. Was this meeting fated by her dear brother's gods after all? Despite all the ire she flung their way...

Grumbling again as the frigid water bit at her legs, she waded out, quickly catching the smaller wolf and striding past her to circle the trapped giant. "This would be easier with a net... I will drive it to you, be ready." Although as if preempting these words her donkey arrived. She had forgotten she had packed hunting supplies on his back before they had set out from the mountain. Taking one end of the net in her mouth and leaving the other tethered to her companion, she circled the fish, net dragging behind her to cut off any access to deeper water if it managed to free itself from whatever held it in place in these shallow waters. She suspected some sort of shallow sand bar.

The fish seemed to sense its impending doom, thrashing violently enough to break the surface of the sea.

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