"Epsy?" Zeta crept one step at a time toward Epsy. She was glaring at him warily, but did not growl again. Instead, she was now eyeing the seal. Her nostrils quivered at the smell of fresh blood and it reminded her she had not eaten recently. "Epsy? Zeta talk?"
Zeta did not come directly to Epsy. He took a few steps to the left, then a few to the right. She followed his movements curiously with her eyes. When he was too close for her comfort, she hopped off the rocks.
"Zeta Epsy talk?" Zeta stopped approaching. He dropped the seal on the sand in front of him.
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Eboreg
She seems like her old self now.