Ocean's Breath Plateau Hunting is not my forte

Ahhhhh Kendraaa (its alisha)

He wandered aimlessly, knowing that sooner or later he would have to find a pack. It felt strange, to desire another wolf's company, at least without the need to drink from them. His hunts ranged from mildly pleasing to downright disappointing, and yet he still lived, hungry as always.

He staved off his hunger on lesser creatures; birds and rabbits. Fish had no blood, as he learned, and the sea was strange and treacherous. He remained deeper inland, though still lingering on the shore, finding what weakened creatures he could and feasting on both their blood and flesh. It felt strange to eat as pradă would, but he needed to survive.

The strigoi haunted the shores, head bowed under the sun's rays. Shelter was hard to find here, but he could bear the sun for a bit longer before he would finally have to slink back into the shadows until dusk. He was alone, watching the birds circle above him and the tide pull in and out, but the flash of dark fur paused him. He watched the girl, quietly observing her failed attempt to catch a rabbit. His ear flickered, a turmoil inside as he decided whether or not he would make the kill.