Call Me Crazy, But...

Despite having a decent and cozy den site, Nati hadn't slept a wink. It didn't come as a surprise to her. She had been excited when she'd found the spot, adrenaline spiking, and had figured she wouldn't be sleeping. It was still important to be comfortable and secure, though, which was why she'd kept her spot despite the male's need for a place to sleep. Gideon, that was his name, she recalled as she emerged from her little whole and stretched out.

She felt a bit bad about keeping the den despite knowing she wouldn't make full use of it. And she'd been quite short with the brute on top of it. So she set off to follow his trail, back to the beach, and to a scene that was quite amusing. Gideon faced off with a flock of ravenous gulls, and the conflict appeared to be driven by a rotting corpse. A hint of the scent blew by her nose and made her face wrinkle of its own accord. She called to the brute from the edge of the beach, the disgust on her face seeping into her voice. "Are you going to eat that thing?"