toss the albatros

Hattori knew that seafaring birds made nests in ring of land that circled the Swallet. That they found safety and shelter amongst the trees and foliage, knew full well that wolves did not frequent this place far too often. It was a worthwhile venture in his eyes though, as these birds were massive and would provide a lot of meat to put away in storage. He did not know what it would taste like, any other bird perhaps, but he supposed he would find out soon enough. He padded across the sand, moving quickly but quietly, decisive as he scented the air, had his ears tipped for the telltale sounds of bird calls and flapping of wings.