Sea Lion Shores i will go to my own sun

the little prey was chatty, and kharybdis chooses to ignore most of it. though he is surprised to find that the fox spoke, nevertheless it remained that kharybdis saw him as little more than a chatty meal. it was true that he wasn't hungry now, given the fish he'd just eaten, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be later. his tongue draws across his jowls as the fox returns his deadpan stare.

you food. kharybdis offers simply, without feeling; a warning. hunting for sport hadn't ever been his style ...but was it really so different than going to war for land or food resources? surely not. as the fox feints towards the fish, kharybdis lunges towards him, teeth snapping and closing 'round thin air menacingly. a physical warning of what would happen if the fox didn't scram.