Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Osprey Jr. barely heard Thistle; she was getting much too caught up in the thrill of the chase, even as a mere bystander. When the pack closed in on the doe and began their final attack, she couldn't help herself and began barking as if to encourage them. When the white leader, Julooke, grasped the doe's throat and wrought the final dregs of life from her, the puppy gave a last whoop and made a beeline toward the fresh kill.

Even as Julooke invited them to eat, Junior fell upon the carcass, tearing eagerly at the belly until she tore a hole in it. She then buried her black muzzle up to the hilt in gore and fed ravenously, not stopping until her stomach was visibly bloated, round and tight with digesting meat.

Groaning, the pup retreated to a nearby patch of sea grass and slumped to the ground, then rolled onto her side. Her belly sloshed audibly, causing her large ears to quiver. The urge to throw up passed quickly, though the engorged Junior lay as still as possible, finding herself simply too stuffed to move anymore.