Bramblepoint We float before the sea and eyes,

Monty dropped what was left from their maw, all but crushed remains into a fine mess of splintered bones. The meat had been cleaned off, and blood licked through. It was but a small meal, nothing that could satisfy their desires.

But then, they smelled another. Head in the air, a sniffing of what could be- a possible meal.

A wolf.

Skulking  forward with a dropping of the tongue, they looked to the source, a scruffy wolf.

Though.. If they had to say, the meal wasn't tasty looking.

They stayed in silence, judging the creature before them; to eat, or not to eat?