Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

It had been a day since Redwood met Raven. He had to say, he liked the company. As they say, two is better than one. Wolves like them can survive better together. They can hunt bigger game and defend eachother. Yes, life was going good for this guy.

 The duo had travled very far. So far that the red dusted man could smell the salty ocean. They had camped out in a abandoned badger den. While Raven slept, Redwood decided that he would go to the shore. See if he could find food.

 Soon enough, his paws sunk into the warm sand. It was a comfortable feeling. His amber gaze shifted around the sandy enviorment searching for prey. It was about time the duo ate something.

 The scent of blood was enough to catch the boy's attention. He trotted towards the scent. He could see bones that still had meat. Great! But what wasn't so great is that there was another wolf chowing down on the large fish. 

 He wouldn't give up hope though. Who knows when the next meal comes around? Wolves don't get food served to them on a silver platter. He cautiously approached the food, striding around and waiting for an opportunity.