Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

@Caiaphas

The cacophony of gulls and other sea birds clamoring about the shoreline drew him to the coast. The tide was on its way out, and amid the debris left behind the beach were easily accessed edibles: crabs, clams, mussels, periwinkles, and the occasional dead fish. Even some kelp had its appeal. But it was not these things that caused the birds to concentrate. His purposeful gaze swept the beach, and he noted the corpulent form of a deceased seal, which the retreating ocean still lapped at.

He made his way to it. Gulls and terns took flight around him, hollering their displeasure that he should invade their dinner party. He paid them no heed. They knew his fangs awaited them if they harassed him too closely, and their raucous cries he could ignore without effort. He circled the seal, sniffing its body closely. His ears were perked, listening through the blare of the birds for the approach of other predators, and his eyes scanned the sprawl of sand even as he tore into a thick band of fat.