Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

"Uh... yeah... enough. I am alive stil - that's a proof," Merlin replied awkwardly, as he followed Rosalyn's lead to whichever trash pile washed ashore was best to find gourmet wonders. "With my old pack we hunted elk and I lived on small critters, occasional hare," he thought he had covered all the things that he had ever eaten. He left out some of the more disgusting stuff though. 

"Just not used to, what this area offers me. But I'll learn," he promised. "Though you do go out to hunt inland too, right?" he asked, suddenly worried that, if these guys strictly stayed within Sapphique and gorged themselves on everything that the ocean had to offer (birds included), then he was probably in for a very tough winter.