Moonspear dance party at the disco

Orca was out and about, thinking about Sialuk and her curses. Other than guarding, Orca found herself quite into that brand of stuff for whatever reason. Call it boredom, call it a need for attention—or call it a calling. She now had acquired her own fascination with bones, and searched for some to show off to the leader. 

Another caught her attention. Dropping the bones and freeing her mouth, Orca peed on the pile and made way to whoever it was she had spotted. But the insect—the object of their attention—became priority number one as her own “hunters instinct” kicked in. Or maybe competitive nature? 

Orca burst forward just as he went for the butterfly; he caught it, though, she being too far from it to get to it in time. But they ended up nose to nose, Orca wide-eyed and laughing.