Ocean's Breath Plateau Hunting is not my forte

She ravaged the meal, tearing into the crustacean's flesh with savagery he felt was not becoming of her, but merely a reflection of her current despair. He sat nearby all the while, sated for the moment and slightly disgusted by the sight of an animal without blood. It was enough to make him shudder.

The remnants of the shell rattled against the sand, her hunger stilled for a moment. She asked a question, not of his identity, but his purpose. You would have rather starved to death? He questioned back.