Ankyra Sound cutthroat

It was foolhardy to give chase, she knew, but Haunt wasn't really in her right mind lately. Without thinking it through properly, she galloped after the ungainly creature, her ruff prickling and her tail swinging upward as she closed ranks. The seal bumbled quickly into the surf and Haunt hesitated for a split second before lunging at it anyway, her teeth closing around one of its rear flippers.

With a savage snarl, she braced her paws in the wet sand and began to tug the seal backward. It didn't budge; it was too heavy for her. The animal did curl defensively, its mouth opening as it snapped at her face. Haunt released her grip and sprang out of reach, licking blood from her jowls. It was greasy in texture, clinging to her lips.

Oblivious to her canine observer, Haunt watched the seal right itself and once more attempt to take refuge in the sea. But Haunt leaped in again, targeting the base of its spine, where its flippers split in two. She buried her fangs into the fur and flesh there, then began to worry it with rabid shakes of her head.