Stavanger Bay some are just black holes.

He clambered onto the rocks to hear a cry rip though the air, and his ears folded back. He followed the racket, leaping from stone to stone, to see a younger lad ripping into a seal. A meal. Blubber like an invitation, warm and—

Hey! he called out, picking his way down to the man. His stomach was roaring now, thinking of the fatty meat that seal would offer. Sharing that with others?

He'd hold back, but ahhh! He craved the fresh flesh, muscles twitching.

Sawney stood alert, tail thrashing behind him.