Sumal's philosophy was if it couldn't feed him it couldn't feed anyone else, even if that logic was horribly flawed in it's self centered design.
“I feel like dragging kill back here would be a major pain in the ass, too,” Sumayl spoke his theory aloud glimpsing back towards the beach. “If you could even get it across the sandbar, the sea at strong points could rip it away half way across,” He set his golden gaze to her once more. “Caches outside of claimed pack lands are dangerous, too. I mean if I found a cache in free territory I would take from it.” But maybe he was the only one who would be so selfish as to do such a thing. “My guess is they relocated because living on this Isle would be a pain in the ass.” It was pretty, Sumayl wouldn't deny and perhaps it was good for a vacation spot but he couldn't see how it would feasibly be able to sustain a pack of any decent size. “Makes one hell of a vacation spot though, eh?” Sumayl asked her with a gleam in his eye. “Come on, lets explore some more.” He encouraged, assuming that was what she was most eager about. After all, he had promised an adventure.