death stranding

A vicious storm roared on the horizon, churning up the sea with towering waves even the mightiest of mountains could not withstand. Any land based animal with a brain would know better to than to brave the depths in these conditions, but some creatures had no choice. Were forced to dwell in the ocean come storm or calm seas. One such creature was a whale of some sort, massive and blubbery, long since dead and now beached upon the Hermits Cove. A crack of lightening lit up the sky as Hattori approached the stinking carcass, a solemn backdrop to the end of what appeared to be a very long and difficult life. Scars criss-crossed its grey form, proof of the creature's determination and strength to push through anything. Only to be brought to a sad end such as this, washed up only to collapse beneath its own colossal weight.

Hattori was unsure what to think. Such a carcass would provide more meat than Tojo could even dream of consuming, before it went bad. But at the same time he felt a pang of...something in his chest. Pity? Shame? It was hard to say.