Sea Lion Shores his pulse never got above eighty-five

He carried the two rodents towards the shore, placing them spread out from each other. Turning back, the assassin grabbed more of the mice and rats, continuing the process until most of them were by the shore. Half-gagging at the strong smell of herbs, he washed his mouth out in the ocean. He drank some of the water and swished it around his mouth, only the spit it out again once he was done. He trotted over to Lecter.

"How many wolves does he have with him now?" He tended to stay away from the shore, feeling more at home with the forests and mountains. The dark wolf hadn't met any other Wheeling Gull wolf besides Ypres, but that was far away from both of their borders, by the Sunspire mountains.