Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

there was a feeling that resounds within brisbane as the woman croaks food at him, that this night was going to be a long one. her wounds needed tended to, but she requests food and for a moment the blackshark is torn but ultimately decides that there'd be no use tending to her if she died from starvation on him. alright, he decides. i'll be back with some food. he doesn't bother to tell her to stay there: she wasn't going anywhere and he suspects, as he glimpses at her again, that she's passed out on him again.

luck was on his side. he'd tracked a nest of rabbits and despite the chase that the bigger of the adults led him on, brisbane eventually managed to snag his prey. grasped betwixt his jaws the plump rabbit swings lifelessly as brisbane makes his way back to where he's left the woman. he drops it by her muzzle and gives her a soft nudge to rouse her awake once more. i brought food. it wasn't much but ...for now, it would have to do. her wounds still needed tended to.