Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

replying bc im bored but anyone is welcome to pop in

raptor's voice punctured the air keener than any helicopter blade; sandpiper swerved round to face him. he had always been a tall glass to drink, but this time he looked a little off. sandpiper apprised him ruthlessly, raking her eyes from the bandit-mask that wrapped his face all the way down his long, darkly furred legs.

"you look chipper." came the curt announcement, followed by a somewhat less clipped: "did you see them? those birds in the skies?" she pressed her muzzle low and pulled her ears to the side, glancing about them with a rare form of doubt. truly, their black forms terrified her and all talk about meeting the newbies was forgotten as she pressed on. "i've never seen them before."