Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

"Do I care?" There was no scent on him besides the mild smell of blood, but she could assume would be from a previous hunt or an accident. He seemed healthy enough as well, fed from the scavenging he does and most likely the thievery he occasionally would do with his loose lips to remove himself from situations. He seemed utterly alone.. At other times would she like to recruit, but how he was there was clear reluctance to even doing so, unless the man himself proved her otherwise.

"Scrap, fresh kill- any that is on this grounds is mine. One scrap can change the outcome of winter." Perhaps petty she was to intent on the one piece he had gained, but she was stubborn and headstrong in her words. There was truth though, a single scrap can prove useful toward the wintertime, as it can at least save one from the dread of hunger.

Then she stopped her circling, a rose her head high, "Leave."