Glacier Sea had gone out to hunt again, but was having little luck. The only prey she found was a dead fish, and judging from the smell, and the way its face was covered in some weird substance, she didn't want to eat that. She could check the ice bank, which she named after the amount of seals it contained. Maybe she could snag one. The ice drake soared upwards, drifting on the coastal winds. It was a longer flight, but if there were any seals, it would be worth it. Glacier would have to look out for mothers and bulls. They would not be happy to see her. Come to think of it, none of them would be happy to see her.
Finally, after a good while, Glacier reached the floes of ice called the "ice bank". Lo and behold, there were many seals, barking away. Glacier flew silently above, contemplating her next move. She would go for an older one. The dragon kept a watchful eye out for any stragglers. She was going to pick them off. Natural selection, right?