scarred face danced with his smile, and then he added, "cormorant feathers and eggs. and perhaps some shells to please the eye —" his turn to stop short, to gape, to laugh.
the seal hunter let out a loud whoop of pleasure and darted down the sand to the massive body, circling the whale corpse with evident reverence and a healthy trepidation.
it was not often that he had seen a whale, and not one so easily witnessed.
his stomach demanded the meat, and at last he stalked forward, knocking aside a seabird or two as ivoried teeth reached for the creature's hide. "or perhaps we will take only ivory." it was a dazzling and wild thought, and not so practical as the other mentioned items. splashed in blood, he exulted, "you have good eyes, walrus hunter," chakliux hooted, taking a massive bite of melting blubber with a thick sigh of delight.
