Courtships

Mako’s morning was as boring as it usually was. He made a few laps of his territory, finding no one in his remote corner of the sea and settling back down in the shallows to spend the rest of his day grazing. Monotonous, dull, uneventful, just the way he liked it. He had spent enough of his life being tossed from place to place, conflict to conflict, he had earned his solitude with years of suffering. His scars tingled as he recalled their origins but quickly ...