one time

"Well I suppose she was not lying." A vocal thing, speaking up from visual ques and memory, her mother once said... curious thing. The dark woman shook her clothes, fur fluffing out as she turned to face Ootat and the she-wolf shuffled her paws, vague twinges of discomfort discharging through her thoughts. "But I do not see what that has to do with the actual act of killing." She stated, mustard eyes glancing up at the red girl as she stared, hard and pointed with eyes the brighter than the sea. In fact she would even go so far as to call them 'sky' blue. "The status quo is but a fact of life, kill and be killed, eat and be eaten. If you cannot fight to live than you will inevitably- die." The gull had long since taken to the breeze, wings outstretched against the currents, taking it far away from her grasp. She did not blame the girl though, her intent was simply to find something, be it an easy catch or someone's left-overs. Where other creatures would slink in shame, she was not afraid to be both bold and craven. There was a time for everything, and as she had just stated to the strange wolf, it was eat or be eaten. If that required lowering herself to the dirt in order to survive, than why not? She had no pack nor friends to impress, no obligations of honor to uphold. She was free, independent, wild.

There was a place, not too far from here, perhaps over the next sand knoll- where she knew for a fact that a flock of gulls tended their young. It was here that she turned her nose, taking a few steps before stopping. Muscles flexed, a sinewy mass that made the hair along her spine nearly stand as her skull twisted back around, eyeballing her guest from the side. "I take it your mother had a knack for the obvious. Would you care to join me?" What are you doing! No, NO! an internal monologue of screaming followed every heavy breath, every ache of distress that spun webs across cringing lungs. She was going to form another attachment another and that was terrible, it was a feeling she could not accurately decipher, even at her best. A situation that left her floundering in a sea of darkness, threatening to close the lid over everything she had built for herself. She stilled, only the breeze ruffling the soft, red and grey hairs of her coat as she waited.