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

sandpiper felt a weird sense of revulsion hit her as raptor pulled limb from carapace. she did not like looking at that underside too long, and she turned away as the carapace pried open and the innards were revealed. nothing about the strange whitish-green membrane looked appetizing -- she was reminded of sea-gull defecation then, how parts of it were white while the rest was a sundry mix of moss-green and slime.

"i'll let you finish that." she said, wanting no part in eating it now that she had seen what decorated a horse-shoe crab's interior. not that raptor had offered (would he even have shared?). mostly she just wanted to see if he was still kicking tomorrow - she had her doubts about how edible the contents were. she flicked her tail and looked away, disgust still on her features as she scanned the rest of the beach. overhead gulls wheeled in the dull grey sky and the choppy ocean was stormy blue with white-caps cresting the shore. "there were a few down in that inlet, over there." she motioned with a paw further down the coast, where the tide sucked out and left sandbars and flats perfect for exploration.