Sea Lion Shores The primordial dogs of God

He spoke, stepped back, tried to stand a little taller... She watched it all, hungry and perpetually wanting— though for what was anyone's guess. "Oh come now," she purred across the carcass. Dangerous, and seductive. The black widow, to her prey. "Everyone has a family." Slowly, deliberately, Furiosa began to round the kill, coming nearer to the young male and snaking her body in a way that bid him not to run. The bloodied, wolfish embodiment of an iceberg crag prowled carefully forward, hanging back in case he proved to be the type to lash out when he was afraid. She sought only to take in his scent, hidden behind the lake of blood surrounding them, and perhaps to touch; to claim, should he not refuse the daunting devil's harpy.

"Would you like a family, Streiter?" she asked him, husky voice low to accommodate for their new nearness; or perhaps to lull him out of his inhibitions. He had come to the banquet, after all, when he could've just ignored her invitation and waited for her to have had departed, before coming to partake with the other waiting scavengers. Hungry or not, he didn't seem to truly want loneliness.