Coconut Grove Wilson

She was hungry, and hours of combing the grove had turned up nothing substantial. Having a few half-decomposed things that she hadn't had the gall to eat (but now wished she had) the siren had turned back the way she'd come, half-searching for some of the nasty things she'd left behind, but instead coming across a lump that hadn't quite been there before. 

For a moment she paused, examining the crusted thing with interest, wondering if this recent gift from the sea would be more appealing. She couldn't tell what it was; only that it didn't seem as decomposed as the other things she'd left behind. That alone was enough to beckon her near, though the arrival of a gull had her snap towards it with a quick clip of her teeth. This blob was hers, she'd decided as soon as the gull approached. It was not her snap that had the bird flee, however, but the shudder of the mound. 

Disappointment that this meal might not be completely dead came first; then an interest that had her dance near and gave a blunt nudge to the side of the blob nearest to her; ready to scamper backwards if an unsavoury reaction was produced.