Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

she didn't answer, but dug instead, pulling a bone from the sand. one of the sea-dwellers, she said. then why is it on land? he asked, but she'd already pushed the thing his way. instructing him to. . .eugh. that didn't sound appealing at all.

cam gnawed cautiously on the larger end, teeth working through the ivory. finally, something gave, and he tasted something quite salty, quite meaty. not unlike fish, but different.

oh, he murmured, licking his chops after a moment of savoring the. . .the marrow. 's good. he rolled the bone back toward her, understanding from rosalyn the importance of sharing in these tough times, and cocked his head in query. who're you?