Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

The sound of a moving pebble. 

Faint winces. A meal being consumed. Something tossed in his direction.

Then a muted grumble.

But he remained still. His back turned to her with his eyes closed taking in the sounds and smells to visualize the situation.

Though the piece of fish had been thrown in his direction, it had not passed him. Determined not to turn around, he was unaware of its existence and the clouded shadow's offer.