Chimera Fields one day

Taamele, who did not yet know the ocean, was likewise not a fan of the field where he had been born. It was wide and open and dead, entirely lacking hiding places beyond the family's hole in the ground.

He cowered close to his mother's belly, watching a crow pick at the remains of a regurgitated meal - bits of bone and some gristle. "Buh?" he asked his mother, licking his lips anxiously.