Cerulean Cape Saltwater and seagulls

The silver girl watched the dead fish land before her, accompanied by a soft thud. An almost desperate need to devour the fish threatened to rise up, mixed in with the desire to eat was a strange sense of guilt. The normally trusting girl looked back at the lady, cupped ears suddenly laying against her skull. "Do I look like a charity case?" The words tumbling from her mouth in short order, frustration causing a hint of menace, which in the small girl was likely to scare a cricket, not so much a full grown wolf. Besides, What kind of insane creature feeds someone not of their kin?

She stared for a moment longer at Krytpon, until her attention was torn away by the low grumbling in her stomach, accompanied by the typical stab of hunger. "Don't answer that" she grumbled, with a quick movement she dropped herself to the rocky sand and began devouring the meal in ernest. After her first gulp she managed to speak around her second mouthful. "Unt. som-wen. gon. be mav. you guv." Swallowing she continued "away a good meal to a random?" What were manners?