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

He did not eat at leisure; as fast as he could rend chunks of fat from the seal he swallowed them. Barely a chance did his tongue have to even note the saltiness of his meal. He caught movement in the distance, and his dark eyes narrowed upon it as it drew nearer. He continued to feed as mere movement took a distinguishable shape. She afforded him a wide berth, but even so, his last few bites were hastened. He was not inclined to share while he was still hungry; but with his belly full he stepped away from the seal and reclined on his haunches. Birds immediately descended. His tongue swiped around his lips and fangs while he stared in her direction.