Little. Bright. Poison? Mm.
A dark shadow Drifts over the cuttlefish territory. Razor tipped fins flare out in equally bright colors. Springer regards the cuttlefish, a piece of fatty meat in his jaws. He peels off a piece of fat...and drops into their path.
He thinks he hunted it all himself. Don't mind his little wiggle of glee. This will feed him for months.
















