stay out of my bay

Theory returned Corvus' smile, her sunny expression finally breaking through the gloom that had been chasing her these past few weeks. His companionship was welcome and everything that Theory had hoped it would be when he had taken her on as a "mentor." They hadn't done much sparring or practicing, but they had talked plenty. Theo was grateful for his honesty and dependability. An alpha needed a handful of close wolves they could rely on, like Shaye and Odysseus and Rhyme... Her heart twisted violently but she fought the bitter sadness back. She couldn't live her entire life in the past. That had seemed to be one of Shaye's great regrets near the end of her life: lingering hopelessly near all the could-have-beens, somewhere far from the present.

Committing herself to staying present and focusing on the fight, Theory separated from Corvus as they approached the cat in a pincer maneuver. The sand felt good underneath her paws but she was worried about traction. If things got dicey they'd be slipping and sliding across the beach. Theo lowered her head and flicked an ear towards Corvus, wondering what the best choice would be as he shoot her a questioning look. No time like the present! She barked an attack signal and ran at the cat on the opposite side. If approached on both sides perhaps they could just funnel the cat back towards the mainland, but that didn't seem the case. The cat wasn't startled at all. In fact, it turned to look at her almost languidly, a fat fish in its mouth. Good. That'll keep your teeth occupied. Theo rounded up behind the cat and nipped at its rear thighs and legs.