Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

He got the words he was expecting to get. Get going. Take a hike. he was not one to just leave so easily. Instead he sat down in the sand, gazing over at the kill. He would wait, but his paitence still ran thin when it came to things like this.

 "I'm not going anywhere," he replied, streching out for good measure. He crept in closer, then lay down, playing his nose in the sand. He needed that food. At least a chunk. He was feeding for two here. He yawned and looked at the female with a smirk. "You don't need it. Not as much as I do."