Sea Lion Shores swimming in the deep end

Hollow eyes catch the shore and suddenly there is depth to them.

Tiamat has tread through forests and around mountains to arrive here and at last, the morally decrepit woman had found her place in [what some might see as] ruin. The nimble-footed creature moved only at the whiff of opportunity; it presented itself in low-tide, where her scavenging eyes caught the pools of liquid left behind by the runaway waters. If any held this place she did not care; moments were here for the taking. She was an opportunist at best, a thief at worst.

She stole toward the tidal pools, titian fixtures set within her face observant as lobes atop her head remained at stalwart attention. The she-wolf feigned unintelligent with quite a dim expression on her features... but when she was beside the water, her faculties presented themselves in the sentient, hungry look that became prominent. Tiamat sought anything of substance. A starfish. A mussel. A morsel left behind by a witless bird that had dropped its own meal out of reach. The lone wolf peered over her shoulder to check that none were near and only once satisfied with her findings did she enter the water, haunches remaining on the shore as she dipped her chest and forelegs into the water.

Tiamat was quick to plunge her muzzle into the water; her fangs held fast to her quarry, and she reeled out of the water, clutching a blandly colored, five-armed star. The slender woman wasted no time at all, parting the creature with teeth that were mindful to the beings composition. In its parting, she licked the morsel clean of what it had to offer until it was but a husk. And once this was done, she looked again into the water, her eyes combing it for anything she might have missed.