Sea Lion Shores E, for empty

Perhaps she ought to go into the ocean, show her how it was done. This bag of bones was doing a poor job of it; the water would devour her before the bitch caught anything at all. But that was not her way; Sangilak did not care for this ones wellbeing, and had her own reserves to worry about. The other wolf was all but emptying hers, and Sangilak knew, already, what she would do. She rose to all fours and stared at the inept huntress, rolling her shoulders and loosing a yawn. Next she simply settled onto her haunches, her eyes upon the other not at all unlike the way a vulture looked at its doomed quarry from above.