Gilded Bay echoes

Sorry, wasn't sure if it was my turn.

The wolf he spotted had also taken notice of his presence, and while Tulimaq was not waiting for permission to approach exactly, when it was given he felt measurably better about investigating the massive thing upon the beach. As he did so, others drifted across the beach to do the same - but he paid them no mind, checking over the behemoth creature with an investigative sniff and some probing of his muzzle and claws. The thing wasn't about to move; he realized it was injured or old, it smelled sickly and like the brine of the sea so that's where it had come from. Tulimaq was not oblivious to the concept of whales but he had never seen this kind before, and certainly not landlocked in this manner.

He could hear the wolves speaking among themselves behind him, and it wasn't until one of them mentioned returning it to the sea that he paused and looked back over his shoulder, his brow furrowed. No need, he murmured, and then turned back towards the still-living creature and, without missing a step, lifted himself up to his hind legs and sought placement with his teeth. He grabbed at one of the smooth-but-flabby sections and as his fangs sank in to the flesh, he tasted blood mixed with the sweet, fishy flavor of the animal's warm blubber. He tugged and tugged, and maybe the whale protested but he wasn't going to care — and when he sank back upon the sand, he held a fresh chunk of the whale's flesh between his teeth. This, he set down in the sand and took a moment to survey.