Sea Lion Shores manflesh

rannveig had eyed each of the lowing beasts earlier that morn, blissfully wishing one of them would have the good sense to impale themselves on a rocky outreach, or suddenly drop dead so a poor, handsome soul like him could eat.

turns out that method of hunting doesn't yield results, and rannveig was still grumbling hungrily to himself as he saw velen's form in the distance. his brother looked wary, maybe even thoughtful - something rannveig planned to change as he bounded over to the mahogany sibling, offered a cheeky tug of his brother's tail, and then ripped off with roaring laughter.