She weaves quietly through the racks of drying fish. Thankfully a great ruckus in the town square, if it could be called even that, had drawn the entire hovel's attention.Â
Too many. Too lean. Too poor.
She comes to the conclusion and gently pulls three dry fish from the netting above her, ripping one in half with her blunt, but strong, Seeker teeth.
She skulks silently behind the village and disappears, her stomach clenching with ravenous hunger as she swallows the half-rancid fish. As she clears the thick vegetation leading back to the gully rainforest, she sniffs the air.
Rain's coming.Â
Her ears flatten and she scowls through the messy chewing of her fish.
Too many. Too lean. Too poor.
She comes to the conclusion and gently pulls three dry fish from the netting above her, ripping one in half with her blunt, but strong, Seeker teeth.
She skulks silently behind the village and disappears, her stomach clenching with ravenous hunger as she swallows the half-rancid fish. As she clears the thick vegetation leading back to the gully rainforest, she sniffs the air.
Rain's coming.Â
Her ears flatten and she scowls through the messy chewing of her fish.
