pretty when you cry

The notion of making peace with the inhospitable mother ocean sounded positively absurd to the dark-masked girl. She flickered her tail and cast a look out into the enduring sea, indomitable and unclaimed. "Drowning is the easiest death there is." She interjected, casting a sidelong glance to the paler companion. "Why, I've put many in that position myself." A rueful smile played on her features as she recalled the seal she had drowned on that very shore two days prior.

"First you struggle a little but before you know it you're dead and going off to whatever afterlife your religion has deigned for you." She pivoted and strode confidently towards the female with her head held to a haughty height and the look in her eye questionable. "Death is not the worst to happen to wolves." She proffered a smile neither generous or whole.