Duskfire Glacier greed

Sunday Morning walked with him among the animals. They seemed nonplussed, and presently unimpressed with their company. Sunday's gaze roved over the beasts as she moved, licking her chops. So far, all seemed in good health. Her head swung toward Ocean Eyes as he gestured toward one of them. Sunday doubled back, curiosity piqued. But the smell of the animal he had observed indicated they were in good condition. And, the beast was young.

His appearance was unique, but he was not sickly. She wondered if because this one drew the eye, it became to him worth an extra look. Sunday would have thought as much were he in any other condition but for the prime one it presently was. It was a good reminder that one ought to hunt with their nose; were one to go off of appearances alone, it could be dangerous.

Sunday circled around Ocean Eyes and looked back to the herd. Did he want to test any of them, or was he content only to get a look?