As you approach the icy waters, a dim glow catches your eye. The Narwhal surfaces, her distinctive golden spiraled horn shimmering ominously as the sun glints off her white fur. She circles intently, eyeing you with an unsettling intelligence. You find yourself instinctively reaching for the fish pile behind you, sensing the shift in her focus. As you scatter the fish onto the icy surface, the Narwhal's movements become more erratic, darting from fish to fish, eagerly eating them up while the water ripples ominously around her. That'll sate her and keep her from attacking your boat for now.