Ravenshook Cliffs look away

time is a fake construct. sorry this took so long, first posts are really hard for me.

gourmand took his time as he combed over the coast. now intimately familiar with the bivalves and crustaceans available to him, he could let the thought of them marinade in the stew of his mind.

birds came and went. they would make a fine meal, though he did not enjoy hunting them — truthfully, he didn't enjoy hunting anything.

he had preferred to let the hunters hunt while the chefs dreamed up how to bet serve whatever they brought back. now that he was no longer within palace walls, he needed to be more pragmatic.

where there were birds there would be eggs. he let out a thoughtful hmm between the wild garlic and basil in his mouth and went to survey what that looked like before the other wolf's presence caught his attention.

bonjour, he called softly, careful not to startle her or the birds, if that's what she was after.