Gilded Bay no fun

Sadie Sea Salt was at it again, hoping to bring home a skull for her own. The captain had many in his chambers (when she snuck in a few looks), so why couldn't she own one? It was her time to go and find something, either kill it herself or go and find an old one. She didn't care, she wanted something big to fit in her den. Maybe a elk skull or another wolf...

She continued her path down the shoreline, blood staining her dark lips and rusty fur from her last meal. Crabs could really pack a punch sometimes, one got her really good on the muzzle. It was bleeding still, for there were no spiderwebs around to stop the bleeding, nor marigold flowers.

Her trot pace was even and quick, the sea roared in her ear like white noise. Her eyes stayed low on the ground, searching for trinkets, though a foul scent swept through her nose. Coyote.

Her head raised itself to a high stature as her pace quickened to a lope, wanting to see the coyote herself. Would she take it with her? If she killed it, then yeah she would. The skull would look dandy in her small den, she would mark it as her own and hide it away. Her hackles were raised to an extent, she would not burst until her eyes found the coyote and her blood pumped enough energy.

Until then, she conserved herself. Her blood lust grew with every footfall.

Sadie has an intention to kill, we could do a dice roll to play everything out if you want?