Blackwater Islands when the whole world running scared

warning? sort of gory?

She belonged here. As the Siren belonged to the Sea; as the Sea shared her love with the Moon.

Akantha jogged down the western beach with a furlong eating stride, ears slicked back against the roar of the wind and wave, and hunger raging in her hazel eyes. A young seal pup lay basking upon the sands where his mother surely left him for safe keeping while she hunted, unaware of the presence of the oppertunistic predator that now lurked on the storm-battered enclave. It rolled and scratched at it's spotted belly with a mewl. The gulls cried out in alarm as she sped past, but it was not enough to warn the young seal of its impending demise.

She pounced and trapped it between her paws while her teeth sank deep past blubber to rip and tear at precious arteries. She growled as blood dribbled across her tongue, and she felt a warmth sink into her bones. This would nourish her for a time, and allow her to fill a few small caches on the Isle with the leftovers. Soon the pup ceased struggling and she, with little effort, dragged it away from the shore and onto the dunes nearby where she flopped down onto her belly and began to peel away the velvety skin to reach the good stuff inside.