Glade slipped through the murky swamp, she moved her wings carefully through the muddy stream. From above Glade was an unrecognizable lump, but at the water's surface you could see her hazel eyes.

Mudwings aren't Seawings but I need something impressive to contribute to the feast. She told herself as she thrashed her tail underwater.

She dipped under the surface, completely submerging herself. She forced her eyelids open. There's the sandy bottom of the stream. With outstretched talons, she them skim the bottom. A few fish steadily drifted past.

Suddenly, a scaly creature rushed towards her. Its tail lashing back and forth wildly. As it closed in, it opened its gaping jaws revealing sharp white fangs.

I must catch. She swam forward meeting it head on. Last second she turned and bashed its long snout with her sturdy tail. It blinked dazed. She opened her own jaws to chomp its tail. Water rushed into her jowls. She began to panic as she released her breath. Bubbles trickled to the surface above. A dizzy headache throbbed against her temple. The monster sunk its teeth into her tail, hitting the weak spot.

Ok. Ok. Surface. She thought trying to steady her beating heart. She completely unfurled her wings and made flapping motions, as if she was flying but underwater. The last fish darted away from the commotion.

Slowly her body seemed to lift upward. The creature still clinging to her tail. Her head broke the still surface. Wracking it with ripples. She gulped air like a ravenous dragon scarfed meat down. She dived under again, performing a half circle she twirled until her teeth found their way into its neck. She felt the bones crush under her hold. It thrashed until falling limp allowing her to drag it to the surface. She nudged it ashore and examined her catch. Alligator. About ten feet long. Its bigger than me!

She secured the gator to her net that lay on the exact same spot draped over a tree branch. Tying it neatly into a sack, she grabbed her catch in her tails and unfurled her wings, flapping them creating a draft. She heaved the alligator up and awkwardly flew low over the treetops, clutching the gator tightly. Finding an updraft she rose up and rest her wings by gliding with the current.

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