Ankyra Sound cutthroat

it seemed that Sasha was the ghost here.
the other wolf wasn't even taking notice of their surroundings, but rather hunting this seal which was most of the way to the water by now.
the Deagon stood there, thinking over her options. she could help, or she could leave.
would she get anything from it for helping?
she would if she snarled louder.

with that thought, the golden-point mutt took off after the hunt. the seal had gained a few more lumps with the pale wolf struggling to hold it back as it pulled and snapped.
Sasha swung in, aiming to sink her teeth into its thick hide above a flipper in an area which might be considered 'the neck'. it had no obvious weak points apart from its eyes - which were protected by those teeth.
it was just a fat tube with little paddled attached to it.
she hoped it tasted better than it looked.