Stavanger Bay we are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones

Sunspot had been attracted by the same sounds as Drogon. She wasn't particularly hungry, but after her recent fall from grace, the woman was looking for ways she might redeem herself. Bringing home a fresh meal for her brother's children seemed like just the thing.

But when she arrived on the scene, it was to see that kid chowing down already. Part of her wanted to rush out and shout at him. You again? she thought, eyes flashing with remembered irritation. But even as young as the boy was, Sunspot knew better to interrupt the meal. She sank down into the brush and watched the boy eat through half-slit eyes, wondering if it would be worth it to sneak in and steal the remains after Drogon finished eating. She didn't need it, but it would feel kind of nice to spite the kid, wouldn't it?

After a few moments of thought, Sunspot decided that it probably wouldn't. She began to feel a bit guilty the way she'd treated the boy, though she still maintained that he'd been the one to start it.