Stavanger Bay we'll go together in flight

the boy — man? — extends kinship. it's silent but racharra accepts it and follows with some distance. is this how wolves, unfamiliar with the fineries of life got along?

she can't recall ever having fish, let alone the thing in front of her. it was mangled, but even if its fleshy bits were shoved back into place, she probably still would not be able to recognize it.
she glances up to the man. ..what is it? she whispers.