Blackwater Islands daft notions of pitfalls

the dark creature's frantic gaze pierced her heart.

you do not have to speak.  she approached tentatively, closing the space between them now.  it was unlikely the washed up stranger had the energy to fight, though she acted with great caution lest she be met with a flurry of fangs.  she noticed the deep gouges in their thighs and grimaced.

she tilted her head back and called first for @The Listener, and then for @Bridget before beginning to clear the wounds of sand.