Ankyra Sound i am an american aquarium drinker

as the waif drew close to the form she realized her error -- with a groan of disgust she shielded her muzzle from the ripe scent by lift of her paw. even her eyes seemed to water, so foul was the smell that exuded from the sodden form. with solemnity and a gasp of breath she dragged the broken thing towards the moon pool, watching grimly as the corpse bobbed once and then was pulled under by the tide never to be seen again.