Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

King had been hunting when the sudden cacophony of calls reached his ears. Not all who he'd scented on the island answered the call. Cascada hadn't, and the wisp couldn't - but he still wondered if they would go, and because of this, the male felt a strong need to investigate.

He caught up to @Cascada and her girls just as they stepped onto the beach, and his measly findings (two rotting carcassas of large but picked-over sea lion pups) were suddenly clenched much more tightly in his jaws. This was not for everyone, and yet, he knew he could not keep it to himself if the others chose to take it away.

Shooting a worried look toward his friend, he followed her toward the others, keeping close behind to guard the backs of the girls, and to make it clear that he was with them. Hopefully, the others here would see that the girls' needs were above their own, but in case they didn't, King kept his stance stiff and watchful. If they wanted his food, they'd have to fight him for it.