just a little older - open; carcass

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Just a bit older. No longer a child but an adult, a grown woman so to say. She was supposed to be experienced, understood the laws of the land. Pfft. The overgrown hyena was just about as immature as she had been as a kid. She didn't see a reason to be stern and over the top about anything and she was not taking the whole storm and the sudden influx of strangers into her place of residence very well. She personally wanted them to get out, but they were streaded here after that freak weather. So she had to be nice to them. So she was trying not to cackle, giggle, or laugh when they were around. It was just something she did when she ass nervous and instead she was more so attempting to focus on her house. Which was covered in debris, seaweed, soaked on sea water. The inside looked like the bottom of the ocean.

There ws not much she could salvage and she was already tired. It was no fun! All this work was killing her and so the canine left her waterlogged house and started to make her way along the beat. Sniffing here and there she sought something else to do and that was when she saw it. Or rather she smelled it first. The carcass of a washed up dolphin. Her maw widened in a bright and overeager grin as she bounded over. "Dibs! I call dibs!" She shouted just to make sure no one would beat her to it and she fixed her teeth in the dolphin's tail to begin dragging it up the shoreline.

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Jotunhel had found that the fish that lived in these oceans were mighty tasty. He was used to the same meals over and over again from where he was from. The tasty and delicious foods from the sea had nothing on the creepy crawlers of the land if one wanted the king fisher wyvern's opinion. A unique taste, something that was both similar and different to what he was used to. All the blubber was a wonderful flavor, something savory and thick that always managed to make the wyvern smile. Not a lot of blubbery animals in the tropics; he figured if he wanted a really blubbery treat, he could always fly over the ocean again.

The smell of something, a delicious scent of something that hadn't been dead for too long, and also came from the sea? It was enticing, and the wyvern had turned his leisurely flight to a more pointed direction to turn towards the smell. He could hear the call of dibs, and he landed his feathered body on the sand nearby. It took him a moment to try and figure out what the word meant, but snorted when it was pieced together.

First calls on the food, of course. Whoever found it ought to have that right in Jotunhel's opinion. The wyvern's nostrils flared, breathing in the delicious scent of the deceased mammal of the sea. "That's an excellent find, it smells very nice," Jot mused, his tail swinging slowly behind him. "Do you want me to help you get it out of the surf? You're doing wonderful on your own, but I think you could display your wonderful strength without accidentally pulling something." He lifted one of his feet, flexing the talons. Normally he would use his mouth, but he figured his talons would be better; it would assure he wasn't trying to sneak a bite and deny the rights of first dibs.

jotunhel ._. wyvern ._. tags

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