Sea Lion Shores The primordial dogs of God

The thunderous barking of the crowd had died down significantly. Half of the colony had taken to the churlish surf, and those that remained on the beach kept a fair distance from the massacre— clearly not interested in attempting to save what would be left of their aged rook. He died pitifully slow; struggling in increasingly feeble flops beneath the pressure of teeth digging deeper into the blubber of his half-healed wound. The grizzled sea lion didn't truly stand a chance, bleeding out blood and salt onto the sand until he died. Furiosa gripped his tenderized throat until she felt it gurgle no more, and then released it, red tongue lolling, so that she may survey her surroundings.

It was just a quick glance, really. She didn't see anything, and noting that the other sea lions were keeping their distance, the bloodied baroness began to tear fresh into her kill's belly. A few impertinent gulls began to land around her, not unlike vultures.