Sea Lion Shores Cold hunting

The thundering sound of breaking waves reached Tuwawi before the sea came into view and it spurred the she-wolf to hasten her pace. Reaching the coast was the first step towards Caiaphas and the sound. Though hunger clawed at her body and ravaged her figure, the red woman pressed on, too intrepid to abandon her objective. 

She had decided not to raid Silvertip. It was simply too risky. So, when the yelp of some creature in distress echoed in the wind Tuwawi couldn't help but canter forth in anticipation of some easy pickings. 

After cresting the bluffs, which marked the end of the plains, Tuwawi peered down to see tidal pools where an unfortunate water animal had been marooned. A lone wolf -- probably female by the look -- prodded viciously. Equal parts intrigued and ravenous, the ember slunk down to the shores and revealed herself in the open sun. She watched for a moment while salivating, eyeing the pair in an attempt to asses the situation. She wanted to eat... but could this alabaster female do most of the heavy lifting for her? Tuwawi was in no condition to manage an injury should the strange prey decided it wanted a chunk of wolf.