Swiftcurrent Creek One day fly over me

Shark came like his namesake - tail wagging so firmly behind him that his young body swayed from side to side. The sound of his mother's voice was something he had become quite fond of. And the promise of food? That was even greater. He shoved past his brother and wiggled his way out to where she had retched up some delightfully fishy food. And he made no pause before he began to gorge himself on it in hungry chomps. The rear of him still waved.