Stavanger Bay we'll go together in flight

@Racharra !!

The iron tang of blood on his tongue isn’t unpleasant, but he’s never been one for a clean kill. There’s food at his feet, a dolphin calf that got too close while he was swimming further from the bay. The meat is strange, like a caribou that’s also a fish.

Sable appreciates it for what it is, but the rubbery chew is kinda gross if he thinks about it for too long, so he doesn’t. Hen is situated in a tree farther up from the shore. If he listens, he can hear her protesting barks even from here. His ribs will hurt tomorrow, he’s sure, from one of the adult dolphins slam, but he’s got food, so bruises are nothing.

He picks up the young animal by the tail, intent on dragging it up from the sand to the forest, so he can get his protesting chipmunk before she has a conniption.