Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

The sandbar's opening was Ying's preferred resting place. She could often be found on either side of the expanse, standing guard over the island. Hua would do good leading the pack internally, and Mei through her own means, but the border was a brute's domain. 

She stood tall over the fresh corpse of a curious coyote. His body was still warm, finals breaths bated as the air leaked through his exposed windpipe. Once the kicking ceased, Ying latched her jaws onto his ankle and began to gnaw into the bone.