Sea Lion Shores E, for empty

The shores had become a haunt for the small family, that would surely soon grow. Sangilak had little desire to join a pack, but knew she ought to soon. There was one not so far off that she would visit, she decided... but at present, famine had not been cruel to those she loitered with.

Sangilak lay on the shore, lazing near the cool waters. When the heat became too much, she would stand in the waters and cool herself. For now she enabled the sun to simply dry her. Others came to these shores in passing; if they did not disturb her, she and hers did not disturb them. This was not their territory, after all. Only when she hunted did she become at all aggressive, but that was because she must be to keep what belonged to her.

Hearing the approach of another, she adjusted herself; she had no desire to be prone and vulnerable to any. But she was not seen by the hasty wolf who looked to be little more than bones. Idly, she licked her chops and perused the shore for any others. Her mate was surely somewhere nearby, as was Tatkret. And her hunger, it was great. To snuff the life out of this weak one would be nothing... nothing but a mercy unto the other, who looked to have few days left by appearance alone. She contemplated in silence as the other hunted.