Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

"This is a seagull, Onyx. See-guhll. Can you say that, Onyx?" The little black puppy called Onyx looked down at the bird carcass lying in front of her to be lunch. "See-guh" she attempted to imitate Raven as best she could.

The tall skinny hunter took a mighty leap, landing square on the gull's back with a crunch of its spine. Sorry, seagull. I need to hunt. Onyx told it in her mind. She picked up the body by its limp neck. Soon she found one of the Bay's caches. She unburied it and placed the seagull body inside. She buried it again. "I like hunting" she said out loud to nobody at all.