Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

Rosalyn's brow lifted.  "Oh?  You say that like it matters."  She grinned, taking another large bite and savoring the salty taste.  She liked any meat well enough, but there was something about eating when others had none that made it so much more satisfying.  She swallowed, then once more turned her attention towards making sure he kept his distance.

"The way I see it, exactly two things matter here.  One: I was here first.  Two: I don't share."  She winked, her movements slow, but her eyes not leaving him.  A snake watching a predator, waiting for them to make their move.  She was a small wolf, even her hearty appetite likely wouldn't clean the bones... but she had a bit more to go before she'd be willing to move along and leave him the leftovers.