Sea Lion Shores danger close

The raven had only a moment to feel insulted by the male's disregard before the promise of blood spurred her into action. She was a few steps behind her uncle, still trying to get over the fact that he was here, he was smaller than her, they were hunting - 

- and then there was no more room for thought, and the two Cairns were tearing into their prey, each burning through their own set of emotions. Moorhen, at least, remained aware of their surroundings, and began to drag the flailing sea lion away from its ilk, her uncle still attached to the other side and seeming to fight her every step of the way. But soon enough, there was space between them and the masses, and the sea lion was still between them, and Moorhen couldn't drag her eyes away from his familiar face - so different than she thought she'd remembered!

"Undersea," she replied, the word pulled from her almost automatically. She wondered for a moment if that was something she wanted the male to know, disturbed as he was - but he was her uncle. He was family, and of course she had to tell him. Of course she had to bring him home. "Szymon - Uncle? You will come with me?" she asked breathlessly, licking the blood from her muzzle in a sudden fit of nerves. "Come to islann? For home together?"