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Shaking his body, tail held high, he hopped from stone to ledge and crawled out of the great ravine. He wasn't moving in any particular direction, although he thought maybe he'd start sniffing for something to eat. He poked his nose to the ground and followed it under dense bramble, through tall grass and over loose stones. He had caught a sour, salty scent, and it had brought him to the fork of the creek. A large white heron tilted across the creek, it's long beak splashing into the rushing water, rooting up with salmon. The warm wind blew and the scent became stronger. 'Salmon sounds good!' he thought, then started walking along the stony shore, watching the water for any weak fish. He approached the edge and dipped a brown paw into the creek; he pulled it out immediately. 'Yikes, that bites! It's freezing. I don't think I want to go in there...' He watched the dark depths of the creek. Suddenly, ripples began to course just a tail's length ahead of him - under the bright reflection of sun, the thrashing tail of a salmon struggling over the shallow bed could be made out.
Excited, but determined, Manny crouched low, tucking his paws under his furry body. Suddenly, he lunged forward, seizing the spine of the fish in his teeth. It flailed, spraying drops onto Manny's face, and he stumbled heavily as he crossed the water back to the shore.