Stavanger Bay seagulls

he could not help but smile at blossom's soft goodness. "crab, yes, very good," lestan murmured, arranging their limp bodies beneath the cool sand to keep, and then he paused. "would you like to taste one, blossom?" 
without waiting, he bent down to crack the shell of one pincer in his back teeth, exposing the soft white meat. "try it."