Stavanger Bay harsher times than these

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murgash, purveyor of all things food and cache-related, had seen a thin figure thief through his wares. his! nevermind that he had done nothing to contribute to the cache, he simply did his part to empty it -- to him, his constant vigilance was worth a hearty meal or two and he was positively wracked with affront when a little wisp drew forth from the soil a small catch and promptly turned tail.

if she was not female, and not the fine exotic type that murgash fell so easily for (really, he had a thing for the half-breed ladies) he probably would have burst forth from the bush where he was gorging himself and accosted her. but he didn't.

instead he followed until they were upon the beach and it was then the male made his move. she might have noticed him before that, he was not being very sneaky. "OI! PIG-LET!" he bellowed, trotting after the little thing -- "WOT ye be doin with MOINE FEESH?" he didn't know if the artifact she held in her teeth was a fish -he just knew it was his. (even though it wasn't - but don't tell him that.)