Barrow Fields Bramble shark

such an answer wasn't very satisfactory; sobeille studied the boy's features like a hawk, noting the streamlined shape of his gunmetal muzzle. as he looked to the coast, she took full advantage of it, staring with an openness that could only be described as hungry.

he looks a little like maman, sobeille finally decided. it was his ears, his face, and the contour of his eyes. the way he looked away and added not anymore suggested something unspoken to sobeille, who pounced upon it like a cat. why not? you can't 'ave done anything dat bad - i would 'ave 'eard aboudit. she edged, inching closer so the space between them was uncomfortably small. she could feel his body heat resonate; could hear the shifting of his fur with every movement.