Hjördis harbored a jovial grin on her face as she shook her head. Not at all, she reassured, believe me, I much prefer to be disturbed than to be alone. She nudged the fish towards him again, despite his protest. The sea here is generous. There's fish of all types—an abundance of them actually. She took a few steps away, insistent on allowing him to finish off her meal.

As if to prove a point (and simply because she enjoyed it), the seawolf bounded towards the shore, diving back into the water with practiced ease. The only indication that anything even entered the ocean to begin with was the small ripples that undulated in her wake.

And, within minutes, she reemerged with another fish. Far smaller than her first catch, but lively and wriggling in her grip nonetheless. And this fish, she seemingly swallowed whole.

She battered the excess water off her body and approached once again, coiling her tail against her paws neatly. She nodded eagerly in encouragement for the fellow wolf to accept her generous offer.