Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

some pp/skipping with permission

It didn't take long for the pair to find a suitable place to spend the evening-- an abandoned, slightly sandy den of weathered, hollowed stone lay in the area where the beach met the forest. The mouth of it faced the shoreline, and with some clearing out (and Tine's addition of some big leaves she found, because ew sandy stone) it was agreeable enough.
Hunting took a bit longer, and was a bit weird; towards the island's center the two encountered strange creatures Tine had no name for. They were weasels, unbeknownst to her, but her lack of knowledge regarding them did not stop her from deciding they would make a decent meal. Three dead little furry-alien-things later, they were ready to head back.
When they arrived back at the den, it was not quite sunset yet. Tine wouldn't have been terribly disappointed if it had already passed, as she didn't quite care for things like sunsets much-- but that was the point of this, kind of. She settled down and cast a smile towards Engel, waiting for him to join her.