Dragoncrest Cliffs A Gift Upon the Shore

Pack Activity! No posting order. Rounds will last a week or until everyone has posted. This natural event will be enough to feed them for quite some time, so feel free to reference it in your future posts.

Chacal could smell it before she even reached the end of the tunnel which led from the cliffs down to the beach. She hastened her step when she first caught the creature's scent, knowing that such a pungent odor could have come only from a sea creature. As soon as she crested a sand dune, her eyes were greeted with a magnificent sight. 

In life, the grey whale would have been a magnificent specimen. Nearly 15 metres (or almost 50 feet) in length, and close to 90,000lbs, the creature was a giant. She would have been graceful and elegant in the water, though now she looked slumped and bloated here, on the beach. Death had found her only hours ago- a pod of killer whales had gouged her open as she had tried to shield her calf from them. She'd drifted for some time, pulled closer and closer to the shore and too weak to fight the current. She'd felt the rub of sand against her belly, and had exhaled one last breath, before slipped away as she was washed ashore. 

To Chacal, the creature was a blessing. The whale would feed the pack for weeks, and supply them with a significant boost of fat and vitamins that would help prepare them for winter. It was a reminder that at times, the sea could be gracious and kind. Chacal tilted her head back and summoned the pack to come and thank the ocean, and look upon the feast that would sustain them for some time to come.