he makes progress only when he sticks his neck out

Last she had been here, the bamboo hadn't been nearly so plentiful. It seemed Tori's planting efforts to make the place a bit more like home had taken off, to the point some untended patches were impossible to pass through. At least, if Pont ever needed to repair the shrine, they would have somewhere they could harvest from without it depleting the surrounding area.

Despite being the land of her birth, she had forgotten how bizarre the creatures that lived on this island were. It had been known as Rekaru once upon a time, she supposed the name would persist, with or without Ashen wolves dwelling here.

The black lizards sunned themselves on the rocks as always, occasionally diving under the waves to eat the algae that fueled them. Birds of all different shapes and sizes, bizarre and almost but not quite like those found elsewhere. The strangest of all, and the reason she would gather her children today, were the giant tortoises that roamed across the flat spaces, avoiding the pit in the middle of the island. While tortoise itself would prove a challenging hunt, they weren't particularly fast, and she was sure Sakana would find a use for the shell. Not to mention, though different to their usual fare, tortoise meat was edible, and would provide a change from the fish and birds they seemed to mostly subside on these days. She tipped back her head and called for Tarnish, Nimbus and Navis. It was time for a lesson on hunting.

“Speech.”