Tuktu Weir Into storms that rip the night

As soon as his thirst was slaked, Gannet lifted his head, then frowned as a rumble vibrated through his abdomen.  His bony frame showed that, despite some luck, the winter had been a rough one on him.  Now that he was no longer thirsty, hunger had come to call with a gusto.

He paused as he heard the sound of another, some stranger who made a sound that indicated she might be interested in speaking with him.  He cocked his head, then turned to glance her way.  For a minute he appraised her... and then set off without a word past where she stood.  He didn't feel much like an idle chat when he could be looking for a meal, especially now that he was getting back to areas where it seemed prey was more available.