Sea Lion Shores different didn't feel so different

After a moment of hesitation, a decision was made. 
She would take no more than she needed, and leave no Trace. Hopefully, if this did turn out to be a pack's lands, her presence might not cause too much of a disturbance. 
She noticed another wolf wandering near, and dipped her head in acknowledging the stranger. For a moment she thought this was a pack wolf, but when the stranger made no move to stop her, she continued. 
She cut her way along the shore, cutting off the fat creature's escape. Then, with as much speed and precision as a hungry shewolf could muster, she found her target. 
As its bretheren scattered for the water, the Sea lion gave a gutteral squawk and attempted to waddle away, but Macaria managed to catch hold of it's back end, and drag the struggling creature back up the beach. After a struggle, and being bitten a few times, she managed to get hold of the pup's neck, and after some Violent shaking, the pup was dead. 
She looked up at the silent stranger, waving her tail in greeting. 
"Are you hungry?"