Dragoncrest Cliffs Steer clear of the sun

Like Suzu, Stingray was stung (lol) by the lack of invitation to join his brother and Quennell on their grand adventure. It wasn't like he was close with Quen, but he would have expected an invite from Fish. Like Suzu, he was driven to seek the great reeking whale carcass as a distraction from his sadness, but his goal as he loped along the beach was not to be productive. Instead, he felt saliva pooling in his mouth the closer he drew to the remains.

Stingray could not be as portly as he was without some tendency to eat his feelings.

Before he could dive into the rotting mess to find some blubber to chew on, the whole skeletal wreck gave a little shudder that made him screech to a halt. There was no way the surf had done that. With bones and what stinking flesh was left blocking his sightline, he failed to notice Suzu tugging on the other side. Which meant the whale had somehow moved of its own accord, hadn't it?

OI! he shouted at it with a coat that bristled just a little. He wasn't frightened! That wasn't a little quaver in his voice, honest! You don't scare me, whale ghost! You're already dead, so get outta here! This is our body now! To snack on. To forget not being invited along.