Dragoncrest Cliffs Seal of approval

when no decipherable language emanated from the beast in response, sobeille uncharitably assumed he was hardly more than a brick of scarcely sentient meat.

she slunk around the beast with head low, encircling in the manner of her kind. she looked for a weak spot - a slow turn, a lame flipper - anything that might signal an opening.

the beast was too fat and too large for her to assail his flank; she was alone, and it was risky enough eyeballing him like a ribeye. but if anything, she could test how fast he was out of water — and whether she had the chops to become seal-killer like cayetano.

sobeille ducked her head and rounded her spine, hopping forward in the hyaenid pose of a scavenger. she aimed a sharp nip at his exposed rear flipper, retreating instantly with her back arched and tail flagging.