Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

from now on, i'm gonna keep my mouth shut, she thought internally. she caught raptor's tailwag and simmered for a moment, stewing over the fact that any time she said anything it was liable to somehow be disadvantageous to her.

she craned her thin neck as raptor wrestled the crab, vying for some sort of soft-spot in the primordially armored creature. sandpiper wouldn't have had the faintest idea how to pry open its shell -- or if it even tasted good. she was about to suggest pushing a rock over it (a terribly tedious and full-of-effort endeavor) when she noticed he was making some headway.

she rose up on all fours with her tail swaying behind her. "looking good." she growled approvingly, her ears cupped downwards as she watched raptor's progress with fascinated anticipation.