5/3/2025, 5:24 PM
saila had been still as stone, body folded atop the windswept rise, eyes on the seals. she'd marked the fattest one for her next attempt, tracking the way it blinked slow, dumb with comfort. but then—
movement.
she shifted her weight, breath caught between her teeth. he was not of this land; she could tell from the way his limbs moved like currents—fluid, certain, as if he belonged to the sea as much as the beasts below. grey-furred, scarred, slick with oil and salt.
a seal hunter.
her own kind.
her eyes followed him as he descended, ghostlike, until fang met flesh and the water turned dark. her ears flicked at the shriek. a clean kill.
she rose from her perch, casting a shadow long and still across the stone, and waited for him to notice he was not alone.
movement.
she shifted her weight, breath caught between her teeth. he was not of this land; she could tell from the way his limbs moved like currents—fluid, certain, as if he belonged to the sea as much as the beasts below. grey-furred, scarred, slick with oil and salt.
a seal hunter.
her own kind.
her eyes followed him as he descended, ghostlike, until fang met flesh and the water turned dark. her ears flicked at the shriek. a clean kill.
she rose from her perch, casting a shadow long and still across the stone, and waited for him to notice he was not alone.