Stavanger Bay O'Death

sandpiper had seen the black fin cut through the cheerless grey water -- but had not made the grim connection until a scream rent the cold shore and chilled her far more than ice ever had. she ran for the direction of the shrill cry, and was within close enough distance to watch awinita's form suddenly fling violently through the air. the breath left her then, and for a moment terror stilled her -- until she saw engel rise to the still woman's flank.

spurned by necessity more than desire, sandpiper closed the distance -- but she was not close enough to offer any sort of comfort to ironsea's fallen comrade. solemnly she padded up behind engel, ears askance as she listened to his croon. a simple glance towards awinita showed sandpiper the woman's wounds were mortal, and she could not bear to meet the woman's fading gaze. 

and then she was gone; sandpiper's gaze trailed the matted, dark blood left in the sand. black as an oil-spill and seeping. she had not known awinita well, and did not wish to infringe on engel's tender moment. she estimated whenever engel was done paying his respects, she would help him drag awinita's form back into the sea for the sharks -- for that was ironsea custom. for now, she said nothing -- though her angry expression was cast towards the sea in search of the black fin.