Sea Lion Shores august burns

Hunting in the forest had been right up Roadkill's alley, but it was a lot harder here near the seaside. Seagulls were too bloody fast for her, they were, and there wasn't much else here that looked edible enough. Well, 'cept maybe the wolves, but they weren't exactly meat she was able to take. When she saw one of the bloody wolves sitting there, overlooking a scene between weird creatures she sure as hell prefered to stay far, far away from, Roadkill noisily licked her chops and halted not far from the wolf — but far away in case it turned out to be one of the more rabies-infested types of wolves these lands seemed rich of.

"Don't look too good to me," Roadkill commented (she wasn't sure if the wolf considered the creatures food or just fancied watching their play, but her mind was food-dominated as it were, so she made her assumptions), one of her beagle ears perking forth while the rag of the other ear hung in place. Wolf didn't look like it had any food on it. Shame. She was bloody hungry.