Barrow Fields Bramble shark

dey are all tasty. all meat is. sobeille swiftly interjected, unaware that shardik felt embarrassed for his selection of words. like him, her gaze had fallen on the adolescent -- he was making an awful lot of noise.

and noise tended to attract predator attention.

sobeille made a break for it, hiding behind the vantage of another splintered sea rock. she was so focused on what was ahead, she wasn't really paying attention to shardik anymore. she assumed he would be behind her, at some point.

bit by bit, sobeille made progress closer to the herd. she used rocks as cover, peering over them with her ears flat to her skull like a hunting cat.

but it would be foolish to think that some eyes had not taken notice of a wolf in their midst.