Barrow Fields Bramble shark

sobeille would have liked to see the boy doused in bearblood, his fur matted while a rank stench emanated from him. it would have inspired her, piqued her interest — but instead, she knew only he boy did not wish to talk on these matters.

they came to the salt plain where rocks studded the beach. some shapes in the distance moved, their backs glistening from sun glare.

de seals. she announced, turning low to give him a cunning look that lacked reassurance. then she slunk off behind a rock, ears pinned and body close to the ground as she made towards their sunning figures.