Thankfully, it seemed to be over. Nemo could tell she was starting to reach her limit; her chest ached that tiny bit that made her wary. Any more, and she may push herself and end up collapsing. She hadn't dared do so in a long time, not unless it was necessary to save her own, or someone elses life. She would gladly pass out if it meant she did some good in the world.

When the seal made the last ditch effort to scare Tasik off, he lunged at it. Anemone didn't see what he did, but when he pulled away, muzzle covered in blood, they knew the seal was all but dead. Thank the skies above. Forcibly relaxing her body, she strode forward to press a hesitant paw to its side, testing if it had any fight left, or if it truly was bleeding out.

Nothing. Tasik began to speak, drawing them away from the cooling corpse. He thanked the seal... perhaps he was religious? Either way, Nemo lowered their head, too. Thank you, she echoed, unwilling to offend her hunting partner after he'd done most of the nasty work. When he glanced towards her with a gentle smile on his face, she smiled back. Thank you! You weren't around, I probably would have failed the hunt. Her chest was still twinging, which wasn't great, but at least it was over now.

Without another word, she began to work at the wound she'd made, chewing through dense blubber happily. She needed this. The blood practically sung on her tongue...