Cerulean Cape Saltwater and seagulls

krypton was definitely not a wolf made for speed, anyone could outrun if they pushed their limits. however, she was strong and had her stamina, she'd be able to chase them forever if she needed to. so if the small girl had the idea of stealing krypton's meal, krypton would run after her. it wasn't that she wanted the fish, but considering krypton was older than the younger female, she had some ideas of decency and respect. wolves didn't steal from each other unless they were on death's door. and the wolf in front of her didn't reek of blood or decomposing flesh.

she then saw the other stand up and call back to her. feint, was it? strange name, but so was hers. the older woman picked up her fish, walked over a couple more steps, then stopped once again. when she dropped it this time, her paw stood on the tail of the fish accidently. it wasn't like the fish knew pain anyways, it was already dead. krypton kept her high posture as her ears swiveled like radars. "why were you laying down? the tide's gonna come in soon." she was curious, what exactly was the wolf doing, napping?

sure, krypton enjoyed her naps too, but even she had boundaries to where she napped. she avoided anywhere near water or near the edge of the border.