Wheeling Gull Isle swiggity swooty

I wasn't quite clear if he was on the island, so I was vague. :o

Before she reached the small spit of sand, a movement in the underbrush caught Junior's eye and she pounced instinctively, then felt a squirming warmth beneath her paw. She lifted it and saw a rat, its spine crushed by her attack. Young Osprey quickly dispatched it by bending over it, mashing its posterior to the ground and severing its head with her molars. She savored the delicious crunch and the flood of blood and brain matter on her tongue.

She polished off the rest of her small kill, then licked her black chops and resumed her walk toward the beach. En route, she began to cough, the result of a small bone stuck in her gullet. She strode onto the sand only to stop and arch her neck, gagging loudly as she attempted to bring it up and spit it out.