Sea Lion Shores Within the swelter of the night

The darker woman with an eerie skull mask rolls her vicious red eyes and he can’t help but smirk at her. Blue eyes landing on her face for some moments before the voice of the other Siamese patterned wolf speaks up to suggest another. He nods enthusiastically to her. Her accent making his ears twitch and swivel trying to place where she could be from. He swears he’s heard one like it before in his home town. 

So he pauses briefly. Facing the seal they’re about to steal the life of and dips his head. A prayer comes from his mouth then, reverent and soft. As if asking God permission to steal the life force from this living creature. Then his eyes open once more and he looks to the two of them to confirm his readiness for the hunt. Padding forwards and heading towards the animal. He plans to surround it and separate it from the rest even more than he already is.