stormsdontshakeme
Malia sat under a tree that bordered the beach, the sun was high in the sky and sitting directly underneath it wasn’t a good idea. She’d learnt that on day one, it was now day 6. But the sun wasn’t the only problem with being on a deserted island, she wasn’t very good at getting food. She could hunt, yes, but that didn’t always guarantee food, especially now she was in human form. And just like many of the previous days, she was skipping a meal.
Scanning the almost empty beach she saw the male she was trapped with, and just like she knew he would be, he was eating. Her stomach growled loudly as she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the tree she was perched under. If she started hunting now she may be able to find something before tea time, but she weak and hungry and couldn’t set her mind to it. She was missing home already.
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