Stavanger Bay I prefer to achieve immortality by not dying

By the time Smokestep arrived, Foxglove had had her share of the rotten meat. The swollen sides of her bony frame indicating that she had eaten enough to call it a day - slink off somewhere and take a nap. But having experienced very long periods without food, she was not planning to leave her finding - not even, when it was impossible to stuff more in her already stuffed to the brim stomach. 

She gave a low warning growl in her leader's direction - not as a mean to challenge, rather tell that this was her source - knowing well that she would not be able to hold the fort for too long, she gave a quick look over the remnants, picked up a detached flipper and waddled a little distance away, settling down with the treasure between her paws. Then she regarded the pallid man with a questioning glance - what had he asked earlier?