Stavanger Bay maybe I should cry for help

what a bounty the sea'd presented him with! the komondor delighted in the way blood and salt mixed with saliva, and the snapping of tiny bones between his teeth, aware but ignoring the upcoming thirst the sea won't be able to quench.

the voice behind him had the dog in shock and confusion. he turned his head, hinds still facing the water, and looked at the stranger wide-eyed. 

he continued chewing, very, very slowly.

after the long moment it took for the salt-kissed, pepper-marked mystery to speak, slavuj swallowed.
 immediately, his mouth stretched into an open smile, and he gave a single bark of greeting.

"ah, gud daey mist'r merman!" the off-white male spun around, tassels flowing as if to take flight. "didj yeou call dese fish t' th' shore to feed a wand'ring songster? if sou, yeau've mai grachitude." he gave the merciful seawolf his best grin.