Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

he thrust his muzzle into another nest, turning at her words with pleasure that she had followed. "not always. the flesh of seabirds is unappealing to my palate. salty." with that, he cracked another egg and licked up the yolk with relish. "have you had such before?" he asked of his companion. "they shall not be here for long. partake while they remain."

he continued on in the same vein, until he collected three passably flawless orbs. the question now was how to transport them to his mate, but he would not ask aid of the strange woman. nosing about their smooth shells, he glanced to his companion.