Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

He swallowed down a chunk of rotting blubber. Curling back his tongue to avoid the taste affecting him too much and simply doing its job of filling his gut for survival. Oh, the shit one does to survive, it was deflating to think of when one such as himself thought so highly of his own existence. Alas, there was nothing to indulge in after death. Once it was gone, it was gone... and if this unpalatable blubber would give him enough time to self-indulge another day, then so be it. 

Pointed ears swiveled to the sound of the voice that boomed along the shores, declaring that these were claimed hunting grounds. Well yes, that is what he could smell. All kinds of wolves around here. And so, that is why he came up with an excuse for his presence. Turning to face the midnight woman, raising his head above his shoulders in a pride-filled stance, he offered her his full attention. I don't categorize scavenging as hunting, do you?

The kill was not fresh, shit, he couldn't even tell if it was killed by some predator or some other natural cause. One thing was clear, it was not him that fell this beast. He was simply picking away at what was left.