Stavanger Bay Crab cakes

It seemed that as Katya would learn from this woman, she too was eager to learn a thing or two from her--so be it. She smiled wide, her head nodding quickly as an accessory to her acceptance to teach her the art of catching birds. It indeed was an art, a complicated and complex art that was both confusing and rewarding. "I would love to teach you!" she said, happiness and excitement in her tone. The woman had been a great service to her, taking the time to teach a stranger the skill it took to take down a fish and Katya thought the least she could do was return the favor.

Now that the event of taking down the fish had past, she bit down harder on her catch and felt her teeth catch onto the rock solid and bony skull of the fish of which provided her better leverage and ate at the fish greedily. The scales, though annoying, she flicked from her tongue and felt the warm ooze of blood on her dark fur, staining what light hairs remained on her pelt as she got her fill. The fish was tasty, well worth the effort. "You are an excellent teacher so I have you to thank." she said, smiling at the woman and turning from the carcass once nothing but tail and thin bones remained. It was apparent that one fish was not nearly enough to satisfy her hunger. "Care for one or two more catches?" she asked the woman while coming back to the lapping waters where her eyes searched the depths for any movement.