Wheeling Gull Isle in distance

Hungry and eager to find something to eat, the lone figure of Tzila prowled along the shores of Yuèlóng. Her appetite was growing by the day and by now, she knew it was no longer just herself she was dining for. In time she would be confined to the limits of this island altogether, making her favored excursions back to the mainland a thing of the past. She'd have to start getting used to setting her sights on more aquatic prey. 

A set of paw prints belonging to a pack mate garnered her attention. Silver gaze following them, she soon spotted the distant form of Ruvik wading out into the waves. Squinting, she only distantly remembered him from the time she and the female Tyche had inadvertently gotten a little too close to his den. Other than that, she recalled very little about the man. Seeing that he was intent on trying to make a catch, Tzila opted not to call out to him. Rather, she waded into the water until it reached her elbows, letting the shadow her body cast announce her presence for her.