Sea Lion Shores Cold hunting

Pearl's blood stained face dipped into the seal, eagerly gulping down the salty meat and fat. Well fed and respectful pack wolf she was, she ate all that was needed for her, warily watching the rouge female from her peripherals. No signs of aggression so far, though the way the stranger devoured all she could from her side was proof enough that she was a loner and starving. 

Belly full for the time being, Pearl stepped away and gestured with her muzzle to the rest of the seal for the red mystery. It was a courteous gesture, though still logical in a sense. She didn't have to worry much about her next meal, but this female would not have the advantage Pearl did. 

Kind, peridot eyes met silver; the pale coated wolf gave a nod of farewell and respect to the older. She turned from her and continued down the coast, back to exploring.