Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

Although he had been struggling for sleep the past few nights, the day following his last attempt was bright and a touch warmer and he managed to bask in the chilly sunlight until his dark coat became a warm and comforting blanket. He dozed in the sand for most of the afternoon and when he woke, was surprised by the intimate darkness that had fallen across the sound; for a few hazy moments Firefly didn't know where he was and sat up with a wild look to his eyes. 

But the sound of the sea helped. He remembered Illidan, his mother, the invasive little shit that had tried to piss on their beach - and as he remembered these things he visibly calmed. The man rose to his feet and began slinking across the sand with his hobbling gait, and paused when a sickly sweet smell caught in his nose; he had never smelled whale before, and the petrified flesh the woman carried was not appealing to him as food. He was curious, and followed the faint scent until it was much stronger, finding her and her meal soon enough.