Stavanger Bay What's this? What's this?

archiving since awinita is RIP dead

their dinner meal was not to be; the tide was quick to rise, and the stranded whale snaked in the sand with thundering flaps of its appendages until the water at last rose around it and sucked all hope of a meal out into sea.

sandpiper watched impassively, having seen the tempestuous nature of the ocean before. without a word she turned and left the two packmates, searching for an easier meal elsewhere.