Seaside Moors a gull was simply a gull

Rolling to see if she'll catch a gull. Even = success.
Result: 8

@Astraios lingered nearby, but the she-wolf ignored him— the drudge was a constant shadow, and she would only pay him mind if she had need of him. He knew better than to get in her way and so rested upon a hill, watching ever-vigilant for any strangers that might approach while she explored the moorland. He would warn her if he saw anything amiss.

A gull shrieked overhead, and the silver female glanced upward to watch it wheel across the grim winter sky. If she had been a more spiritual wolf, she might have been able to read something in it— an omen— but as it stood, a gull was simply a gull to Meteora. She crested a hill and in its valley saw a colony of birds, and so paused to consider the hunger in her belly.

The birds called out and he watched them, his pale eyes bright, while they swooped overhead. He should've been watching Meteora to better gauge her mood, her wants, her needs. But the birds were so beautiful. A small smile tugged at the corners of his dark face, but it faltered as Meteora's attention drifted towards him. She was watching the birds as well, but he did not wish to displease her - or earn her condemnation - for being distracted again. Like a child being caught somewhere he shouldn't be, Astraios ducked his head and picked up his pace, following after the siren dutifully.

They had gone ahead in front of her, and not for the first time, but Florence eventually catches up. There is something to fear about the ocean, having spent the majority of her life on an icy mountain, and even though it has horror stories to tell, she is drawn just the same. Meteora had caught her attention from the moment she met and thought it meant abandoning her queen for good, she knows the matriarch will have enough to offer her anyway. Her ways are not forgotten, but simply something she must adapt with, and as she approaches along the hill landscape to find her companions still getting along in her absence.
 
Florence does not make a sound outside of her soft footsteps and watches Meteora as she watches the gulls.

The drudge moved from his resting place, perhaps bored of it-- her only acknowledgement of him was a twitch of her ear as he followed behind her, just out of reach of her punishing jaws. He did not disturb the gulls she watched, and so did not disturb her. Meteora searched for the easiest and plumpest target; a gull on the fringes, perhaps sick or perhaps nesting. Either way, the rest were likely to come down on her in an effort to drive her off. Whichever she chose, she would have to move quickly.

For the moment, the silver she-wolf moved quietly and leisurely down toward the colony. They were rather dumb birds and would tolerate her presence for as long as she seemed indifferent to them. That would be their mistake. She thought she heard another wolf join them, but paid it little heed-- the drudge had not cried out, and so the she-wolf presumed it was an ally.

Her target found, the woman exploded sharply to her left, jaws lashing out at a nearby gull. She caught it by a wing, and it flapped intensely in an attempt to startle her into releasing it. But Meteora bore the attack grimly, her jaw firmly locked, and she began to move the way she had come even as the free gulls moved to pursue her after their startled flight.

7 (same rules as above)

He was distracted for only a moment longer. When it appeared as though a piece of sea foam had detached from the surf and drifted towards them, Astraios turned his full attention to it, curious. In seeing it was only the pale woman, a foreigner new to their ways but attentive to their travels - and loyal to Meteora thus far - he breathed a soft chuff of invitation and then averted his gaze. Even if this ghostly creature was not of the Nereides, she was an Initiate as well as a woman; in many ways, she was better than him. Astraios accepted this.

The boy turned his attention back to Meteora just as she made her attempt to grab a gull. The dark fur on the back of his neck puffed up — he resembled a rutting elk for a brief moment — and he, clumsy in every manner, stumbled down the beachfront to both defend the siren from the curving flock of gulls, and try his luck at grabbing one for himself. He snapped his teeth greedily as he came near, reaching, snapping, reaching again — and missing every shot.

Florence is not there long before Meteora lashes forward into the birds. Astraios does the same but when he acts as more with more offensive for his own hunger but she ultimately pays him little mind. Her paws spray sand behind her while she attempts to intercept as many birds as she can from further going for the queen. It is only when the birds begin to thin out toward the opposite direction that she slows down, pivoting her position to see the other woman succeeded in snatching a bird from the air. Her head dips a little, tail waving slowly behind her as she hovers off to the side now that her job has been completed.

She endured the panicked movements of the bird she had captured, trotting from those that would attempt to strike her— trusting that both Astraios and Florence would keep them at bay. When the gulls wheeled away in search of safer ground, the woman lifted her head and slammed the bird onto the earth. If its neck did not break with impact, its wing would be too damaged for it to escape; there was little reason to be cautious at this point.

When it died at her feet, Meteora lifted it back into her jaws and carried the limp creature to share with Florence— offering the male only a warning growl as she passed.

Florence does not come out of the flock with anything, though she hadn’t much been trying, but finds surprise when Meteora approaches to shares the small prize with her. She gives the male a sideways glance with no emotion but quickly returns her full attention to the queen. Her tail swishes once, low, and she lowers her head to wait for her to take what she wants and Florence to clean up what is left over.