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

sniggers rose between the crash of waves and the sound of slapping wind behind her. sandpiper furled an ear backwards, but said nothing. she continued her casual stroll, placing one foot in front of the next with what she imagined was sultry deliberation (read: it probably looked epileptic). if he did not follow her, it would not be her loss. besides, sandpiper had plans for the rest of the day (besides check back at a later date to make sure he hadn't expired due to his cuisine selection).

she made her way to the bay this time, altering her course so that she passed by the inlet where the crabs had congregated. she would spend some time harassing them, learning their defenses -- and then if she was lucky, would secure a few and cache them for a later date.