Silverlight Terrace I'm staaarrrvinn'!

She snarls at the bushes and trees alike, pacing around the carcass. If there is one similarity between the sea and the inner land, it is the scavengers. Tough, stubborn bastards they were. Though these were more content to wait than the seagulls, having more experience with wolves and the like. Wolves were a rare thing along the sea in general, a few isolated groups like her Tortuga and Kjalarr's Vikings aside. 

When she thought Arrille had his fill, she butted in beside him, tearing the flesh better than he could with her stronger jaws, opening a place in the flesh for them both to eat easier.