Stavanger Bay gangnam style

Last post from me! ♥

Without fanfare, “I h-h-hunger,” Szymon announced then. He didn’t, but in a roughhewn attempt to bolster the older male’s confidence, he proposed an activity that would provide a much needed distraction — and, most importantly, food for the pack reserves. Perhaps the black-banded boy was given to a subconscious desire to test the Fearghal’s mettle — an underhanded, coldly calculating, patently Cairn way of thinking — but being Szymon, it was more likely he was simply tired of talking and wanted to do something he was good at. His twitching, bourbon-tipped tail whisked behind him as he questioned simply, “Hunt?” with a quizzical quirk of his scarred muzzle. He knew where a family of mountain goats lived, near the cluster of territories from Gyrfalcon’s Keep to Horizon Ridge. They appeared to have migrated down from the adjacent mountain ranged and could, with some measure of skill, be driven toward the beach to flounder in the sand.