Dragoncrest Cliffs éternité

If you asked Chantale, she was doing great. Sure, she still had the occasional tremors, and random spurts of pain. And when she ran her nose across her fur, she could feel feathering, raised lines across the skin. But she was fine.

She stood proud beside the boy, tipping her head up and giving a shark toothed grin to her auntie. While Ravin went straight in for the oysters, Chantale stared at them for a while, willing them to show her exactly the destiny she wanted.

Shark, shark, shark.

Then, she set to cracking.

Nothing in the first, and she chucked the shell over her shoulder.

Nothing in the second, and Chantale watched Ravin present the red pearl with a distinct curl to her lip.

The third she savaged, only to inhale the pearl inside by accident. A choke, a cough, and she spat the small, black thing onto the sand.

Shark! She willed as she hoisted it high, gleaming between her incisors, taking no care to not swallow it again.