Dragoncrest Cliffs Anglerfish

In time, Suzu learned to let go of her grief a bit. She hadn't eaten for a few days, until her stomach felt so cramped and angry that she gave in, in the middle of the night, and returned to the whale carcass to feed. It upset her to do so, but at the same time, her body found forgiveness when it regained strength. She was, after all, a predator. Wolves needed to eat meat, which meant killing prey. Once she had feasted and filled her belly, she fell asleep next to it, and found some comfort settle in, as she told herself never to love a prey animal again. 

The gull would be missed, but she hadn't been right to try and change its life anyway. It would have died if she hadn't saved it from the driftwood, but it had only managed to live another couple months before perishing anyway. It made her feel bleak and helpless, and made her feel so very small for having tried to save a life, only to realize that she really had no control over what lived or died. 

That being said, when she looked up to see Swordfish approaching, she felt a flush of emotions. He was the one who had killed her bird, and he had not stayed around to find out why it had bothered her so much. Quennell, at least, had shown her that kindness. She hadn't gone looking for him, but she'd kept to her usual habits over the past few days. If he'd wanted to find her, he could have- but he didn't. She'd even dragged a couple more branches over to the trap, and had just finished wedging one in when she noticed him. 

She couldn't just stand there and stare at him, it made her too hurt. So she turned, and placed her paws on the branch she'd brought over, and began trying to press it into the sand, so that it might be anchored there a bit. Maybe he was just wandering by. She wasn't going to invite him in, but she did hope at least that he might take the chance to finally say something to her.