( Hungry. Yes. Yes. It is she, and she eats greedily, messily, without thought to the residue that spills beyond her barrel's rim. When her teeth catch on scale, or her lips bleed for a snag, she grins, but carries on further.
A question. She did promise — nods, enthusiastically: )
Many. Many. Tens? ( A moment, considering, and more bites for her trouble. Ah. ) Hundreds.
( So many, in fact, that they please both her and her people. ) Sleep there. Good. No sharks. No seal.
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A question. She did promise — nods, enthusiastically: )
Many. Many. Tens? ( A moment, considering, and more bites for her trouble. Ah. ) Hundreds.
( So many, in fact, that they please both her and her people. ) Sleep there. Good. No sharks. No seal.