"Holts are nearly always close to the sea, Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs, All at the top of a [sand crevice?], High above the sea:
A safe place for cubs. We wait ... tense. We're disappointed. She leaves her [sprint?] loaded by others of us The holts are evenly [spent?], about 500 meters apart, [some warped speech] who passes by, or they (advertise?)"