Sea Lion Shores Cold hunting

Saliva pooled in Tuwawi's mouth as the pungent scent of seal blood provoked her dangerous appetite. The woman was desperate for a meal -- but the creature's squalls and large yellow teeth were enough to make the red scoun hesitant in her pursuit. An experienced hunter knew to be wary of recklessness, but starvation fed into rash decisions and so the lone she-wolf found herself circling the struggling animal with a wide berth.

The white female called for aid. If we kill it, she said. If being the key word. Tuwawi's lolling tongue licked its chops as her teeth clicked suddenly and decisively. She lunged for the slow beast's rear end, cinching its tail-feet between her canines and offering a heave to further pull the quarry from its waters. The slick fur on her tongue and the crunch of bone heralded a bounty soon to be should the duo finish the job... but that was still to be decided. For now, Tuwawi kept a sharp eye on the seal and her white companion, prepared to dance away should the animal think to strike out again.