Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

soooo sorry for the delay!

even as he turned his back, wilin only shifted her eyes. her breath hitched within her lungs, waiting. 

wondering. 

eons  seconds passed. andr did not turn back around. 

the petrel inched forward, nose lifting a fraction to sniff in his direction -- belly brushing the ground as she all but army crawled to his offering. 

a pebble was knocked aside. a hiss escaped her, another wince rippling through her as wild eyes flew to him. again, uncertain if now would be the time he turned on her. 

the girl could scarcely believe his kindness, let alone that it would last. 

when still, he remained transfixed in his place, only the copper auds atop his crown turning back, iaghe snagged another tidbit and gulped it down.

another piece of fish was launched through the air, though this time it was the shadow that tossed it in andr's direction. 

a muted, placating rumble scraped its way out of her throat.

it was one thing to be hungry. it was another to be in a man's debt.