Cerulean Cape we're mortal

oy!

a voice calls out to him from behind; the footsteps of his apparent companion going unheard in the cushioning sand and over the ever-present roar of the waves, accompanied as it was by the complaining of the gulls that bobbed lazily upon the sea's surface; rising and falling just as lazily with each ripple sent towards the shore. a glimpse is given over kraken's shoulder, an ear twitching to the side as she calls him a word he does not recognize and then asks if he is the one to thank for her meal.

it does not take him long to draw the dots and realize that she came across the seal remains.

for a moment, he considers just offering her a grunt of affirmation in lieu of words but, in a rare mood, offers instead, yes, and rarer yet extends it beyond with, are you the scavenger that finished my meal? in a tone that is almost teasing.