Sea Lion Shores Cold hunting

The graceful movements of the pale waif ceased Tuwawi's ravenous chewing so she may better watch the actions of her companion. Silver gaze saw the charitable look within the verdant eyes of the stranger but the red she-wolf would not utter thanks. However, the actions of this woman would not be forgotten. You scratch my back I'll scratch yours was something of a mantra to the once-queen. It was likely, should the younger female ever find her in a prickly situation, that Tuwawi could be implored to come to her aide.

Their exchanges were silent and the Sveijarn did not move as the other traveler turned to leave. However, her ruddy ears orbited to catch any last words should they be uttered. Should they not, Tuwawi turned back to the carcas and make quick work of the remaining flesh and bones, savoring everything and leaving hardly anything for a scavenger.