Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

Gin felt sour at the thought that they were just allowed to chase something so close to a pack and slaughter it there, feast upon it openly. Should they not stand firm on the borders? Ensure that no one would pass through and would give them wide birth unless they sought to join. If so, such a kill would have made a suitable gift in an attempt to win the favors of the Rusalkans. Instead it was chewed apart and then left, nothing gained for the seaside pack.
 
“Why? That doesn’t seem right for them to do that,” the young siren remarked, emotion heavy in her voice. She wanted her mother to know that she did not feel it was right. She wanted her voice to be heard because it was her home too. Regin felt that if they let lone wolves run freely near the edges of their hold, then what would stop them from crossing that line? What would make them feel threatened?
 
More than this, Gin hated seeming weak.