Sea Lion Shores the bear truth

@Jackson

Onyx had gone to Wheeling Gull Isle the day before. She'd found that no wolves were left. The scents she had managed to find were fading and old. They must of split apart after Ypres passed. Weirder yet, Ypres's body was no longer on the shore nestled between the rocks. Onyx had come back to the coast, glad that at least Ypres hadn't suffered long, in fact Ypres's death had been quick.

Onyx was now on the coast hunting. She had two seagulls already in her jaws, and was looking to catch a third. A rather dim-witted old gull sat on the shore staring off into the ocean. She slowly and stealthily crept towards it. She leaped and slammed down on it's spine. It began to flap its wings wildly before it died moments later. She gathered all three seagulls into her jaws and laid down. She put the seagulls on the ground in front of her wondering which one she should eat.