Stavanger Bay Ahoy! lets trouble the water!

Unlike her crewmate, who entered the scene just at the time, when Foxglove was grinding her teeth in frustration and burning holes in the fat sausage's forehead with her eyes, the dappled wolfess had no intentions of team-work and hunting together in any way. Creatures, who were the same size as you, were off the menu and besides - there were more pressing matters here. That beast was trespassing and needed to be moved. 

She shot an angry and annoyed look in the brown she-wolf's direction, then got to her feet and charged the seal with bared teeth and a nasty screech. Her teeth met it's flank and she gave a hefty bite, only to be swept away by the blow of the other's head. There was a yelp, there was a somersault and there was a heap of dappled fur, flesh and bones, that quickly rearranged itself and sprang to her feet again. Now she was really, truly angry! That bugger!