the salt stuck in her fur, heavy with brine and wind.
saila moved along the coast, eyes tracing the horizon. seafoam licked the rocks as the tide pulled back. the day was quiet but for the gulls, and the slap of waves against stone. she knew this stretch—a place known to birth seals.
and there they were, thick on the shore below, glistening bodies stretched among slick kelp and sunwarmed stone. her breath held.
a good sign. her people would say oil father was watching.
saila moved along the coast, eyes tracing the horizon. seafoam licked the rocks as the tide pulled back. the day was quiet but for the gulls, and the slap of waves against stone. she knew this stretch—a place known to birth seals.
and there they were, thick on the shore below, glistening bodies stretched among slick kelp and sunwarmed stone. her breath held.
a good sign. her people would say oil father was watching.
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