Stavanger Bay Vivisection

The sound drew his attention initially, but it was the look of the person who made it that had his eyes lingering. They looked sharp in profile, thin and pale.

Kukutux? He thought, pausing mid-stride. This was far from Moonglow; too far, he estimated, for her recently healed injury. He watched for signs of weakness. A limp, an oddity to their gait, but they weren't moving now.

The pantherine shape of Raimo then prowled nearer. His paws sank in to the sand which caught him by surprise; he was busy watching the stranger.

They seemed more interested in him than the other way around, bouncing energetically with each step. It wasn't Kukutux — couldn't be.