Stavanger Bay Love is just a game

This little bugger was hers.  Rosalyn's eyes were trained on it, her rump and shoulders low as she stalked it across the open beach.  It was a particularly fat seagull, hopping wildly as it attacked the remnants of some unfortunate fish.

Carefully she slowed down, trying to step as silently as she could to avoid scaring it off.  Generally the puff balls weren't worth bothering about, but this pudgy little blighter would make quite the nice treat.