green isn't my colour

Glancing over at the bright, blue yearling once more, he watched as she ripped into the bird, spitting feathers all over the place. Well, at least something good had come from this place- that the pup would leave with a full belly and all. Not that he could relate, it had been a long while since he'd had something filling to eat. Not just scraps that were barely enough to get him by.

He turned to leave, thinking he ought to head back to the mainland and follow the coast, continue his efforts of getting the lay of the land.