....fragile....

and while playing with her, the beast had broken something fragile. his sight, that had helped him a zillion times to spot preys across oceans, failed to see what it was. his sense of smell, sharper than a blood thirsty mastiff, tried in vain. his instinct lay defeated, not able to sense the damage. then he grunted, roared, clawed and ran towards the east shores. one of her wings had snapped...