Dragoncrest Cliffs relaxing opposites attracting

it turns out wrestling chunks of meat from a dead whale was hardly val’s idea of a picnic. there were all manner of carrion birds there to alert him of the whale’s presence, though he scented the taste of rot on the wind long before he saw the sunken monolith in the sand. he turned his back to the ocean, pretending he was somewhere warm and dry — if he just ignored the proximity of the saltwater to his toes things would be totally fine.

the going was difficult back to the roja den. carrion birds hounded his every step, some so bold as to pluck at the hairs along his rump as they flew past. yet when he made it to the tree line, their assaults weakened and gradually they fanned their wings and took back to the open skies.

relieved that both the sea and its angry residents were behind him now, val dragged his hefty strip of meat to the den. he wasn’t sure if either @Quennell or @Swordfish were awake yet, but if they weren’t he’d no doubt wake them by the clattering of his arrival.