Ocean's Breath Plateau all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues

"what is this?"

his voice was a snarl. the reek of fish-eaters surrounded the seaside den where red leaf cried out. cen had been hunting beside the ocean, hating the touch of the salt. but he had found fish here, and bird eggs.

now he dropped them all and glared between the women, then stared down at ghelan.

at his leg.

for a moment cen could not understand what he saw. dawning comprehension mingled with shock, with rage, sorrow, anger —

"get out," he snapped at the seal woman. "your help is not needed."