Moonspear In all my years of living

Hakumele. He offered his own name in return. I'd like to hunt, but I'm not sure how far this territory goes. He could feed himself - he was sure of it, but he knew that wandering far was not safe on his own. The shark would never admit it, but he knew very well that his legs could collapse at any time.

He tilted his head, checking the air for any intriguing scents. Something small, maybe, while he was regaining his strength. Maybe it was wrong to attempt to involve a young'un in his less than intelligent plans, but he was not content to roll over and take what life was throwing at him.