Stavanger Bay all the small things

Her fiery attention, equal to his own, danced over his pelt as she settled onto the beach, hunger in her eyes - though not for him. I would care enough to, He spoke, though his head lifted to tilt and a brow rose. If, perhaps, you may offer me some information in trade? He almost bit his own tongue realizing he was bartering with a woman. Once upon a time ago, he would have hunted for the woman without question and without anything in return. 

Still, he began to move closer, head remained low, searching, scanning, sniffing... There was more, plenty more, but they hide just under the surface, trying to avoid a predator's eye.