Stavanger Bay Ahoy! lets trouble the water!

Just as Rosalyn was making to move around, the woman shot her a look that made her stop short, and then rushed the creature alone.  What the fuck?  First off.... what was her deal? And second of, didn't she have any sort of notion about group hunting? The fact that she might not be interested in taking the thing for food hadn't even crossed Roz's mind, and she was annoyed by the premature and completely uncalculated rush.

"Hey, what...." she trailed off as the other wolf was sent spinning, and she growled.  "¡Mierda!"  Hissing the curse, she leapt in, snarling and snapping at the seal's other side.  It barked back, but she tried to keep out of reach, looking for an opening.  Foxglove might have been looking to chase it off, but she wanted to kill the damn thing.  It looked to have a good amount of taste to it.  She darted at it's side, aiming to take a chunk out, and managed a solid bite before being cuffed aside by a large clawed limb.