Stavanger Bay A hunting we will go

She walked along the shores, the waves lapping at her paws and then retreating again. Her eyes focused on a flock of seabirds in the distance, picking at what looked to be shellfish or maybe just a rotting fish. They were focused on their meal and hadn't seen her approach yet so she continued onward, ears perked forward and eyes intense in the focus they had on those birds. 


Suddenly they flapped their wings and squawked and she froze, pressing herself to the sand and holding still as a boulder. They seemed to not notice her presence and settled back down after a few moments. Slowly she rose up and crept forward, now only a few feet away. She circled around behind them as they pecked and then lunged. The birds facing her took off, startling the one facing away from her. It took off too late and she leaped up, clamping down on a wing and feeling thin bones crunch between her teeth.


The bird dropped to the ground and flapped, squawking and shrieking as she leaped onto it and broke its neck. Panting softly she wagged and grabbed it's expanded wing and tossed it around, joyous and playful in her succesful hunt.