Seaside Moors a gull was simply a gull

The drudge moved from his resting place, perhaps bored of it-- her only acknowledgement of him was a twitch of her ear as he followed behind her, just out of reach of her punishing jaws. He did not disturb the gulls she watched, and so did not disturb her. Meteora searched for the easiest and plumpest target; a gull on the fringes, perhaps sick or perhaps nesting. Either way, the rest were likely to come down on her in an effort to drive her off. Whichever she chose, she would have to move quickly.

For the moment, the silver she-wolf moved quietly and leisurely down toward the colony. They were rather dumb birds and would tolerate her presence for as long as she seemed indifferent to them. That would be their mistake. She thought she heard another wolf join them, but paid it little heed-- the drudge had not cried out, and so the she-wolf presumed it was an ally.

Her target found, the woman exploded sharply to her left, jaws lashing out at a nearby gull. She caught it by a wing, and it flapped intensely in an attempt to startle her into releasing it. But Meteora bore the attack grimly, her jaw firmly locked, and she began to move the way she had come even as the free gulls moved to pursue her after their startled flight.