Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

set for tomorrow :D

it's noon.
his pelt is a slick mess
of brine and blood
a new soreness
claims his shoulder.
but he's alive, see
another notch
on his proverbial belt.
seal's dead.
he's not.

something in his stomach moves. 

set between his teeth
is the gristly artefact
all toothsome valleys
jagged peaks
twin eyes rolled up
to clouds they cannot see.
the seal's skull bloodied,
his pride sings.

cayetano throws his head back
and howls,
wondering
if he has not just
stepped foot in
a place he cannot get back
jaws wide
teeth bared
and he a lone figure
at the foot of the lion's den.