Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

a monstrosity. that's what this guy was wading in the water, his form appearing as if an iceberg gone to sea.

bijou peered at the man curiously. his eyes were shut and his mouth was moving, but she heard nothing over the spray of salt and whip of wind.

she decided to play a game: how long, before he saw her? the wind was in her favor for now, but for how long?

bijou's frame skulked forward in a dromaeosaurid crouch: ears flat, eyes on the prize.