Blackbeak Bluff My mercury's in retrograde

She laughed at his remark, flicking her ear in recognition of its truth. Wolves were meant to catch much bigger things; smaller predators picked off the birds and squirrels. Still, desperate times. . .and wolves so often found themselves in said times, especially if winter was approaching.

She figured pride shouldn't get in the way of a bite to eat, especially if she was so terrible at snagging the gulls. With a nod of gratitude, she padded back over to the wolf and bent her head, taking a small but satisfying bite of the gull. Her mouth filled suddenly with saliva, and she took care not to let it spill out the corners of her lips, tinged with blood and fat.

Swallowing, she pushed the bird back toward the man, smiling. "We can share," she said huskily, lifting her head again.