he makes progress only when he sticks his neck out

Tarnish returned to the archipelago after a meager meal of seagull eggs from Obsidian beach. He was getting better at scavenging but the gulls still were viscious opponents and he was pecked a good dozen times for egg he'd consumed. He did manage to rip into the wing of one of the gulls but it managed to scramble away. He knew it was probably going to end up food for a seal or something. Bah!

His ears perked up as he heard his mother calling some of them together for a hunt. He shifted course and headed toward her, eager to see how she was doing. He knew his mother had been sick but maybe she was better now? He bounded across the sand, ebony tail waving lightly before he settled down next to her. "Hey mom! How are you feeling? We hunting something good today?" He could definitely do with a bit more breakfast.


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