Sea Lion Shores green and grey

@Ambrosia!

He viewed them from a distance, grazing his tongue over teeth as his hungry eyes stared. They had congregated around a smaller form that lay still on the beach earlier that day and, slowly, they had finally begun to move away from it. A pup, Gristle guessed. One that had perished from whatever reasons these creatures died from. He had never encountered them before but their girth alone prompted him into wanting to hunt and devour one. Their tusks, however, gave him pause.

The opportunity of a dead pup had graced him, though, and so Gristle had waited until the sea lions moved far away from it, back to the beach. Were they grieving? Wanting to eat it, too? He had no idea, but it seemed they had abandoned it, allowing the male to gallop over the sand bank and launch himself upon the carcass. He sunk his teeth deep into its side and, with a mighty yank, made to drag it away from the others so he could feast in peace.