Stavanger Bay grapefruit sky (dr harvey’s theme)

The bird made another sound that almost dwarfed the soft voice of Vairë, but Wilwarin's keen ears caught her question. She huffed a breath again and gave a little nod, eyeing the creature a moment, then smiled to her sister and reached to touch Vairë upon the cheek with her nose, a moment of affection.

After, she stepped away from her sister and towards the hulking mass that the gulls had been so invested in; one had returned when it saw the wolves were distracted, and sat atop the massive thing, pulling at a rubbery layer of skin. Its flapping wings drew Wilwarin's eye and she pantomimed laughing at it in her mute way.

I think it is a big fish! Mouthed the young woman, speaking of the whale carcass that sat baking beneath the summer sun. That explained the smell, and the attraction of the birds to it.