Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
11-11-2015, 11:36 PM
She looked up from gnawing on the crab's shell when the wolf she'd scented finally came into view along the shoreline. He looked like a dark and brooding fellow, though his expression was somewhat hard to read. He was looking her way; was he curious about she had? But then why did he look so sullen? As he approached her, she could see him eyeing her food, so she placed a paw over it protectively - she was sure there was lots more on this beach, but she wasn't about to let anyone push her around for something she'd dug up herself. Still, she gave a friendly wag of her tail when he got closer, offering a smile that was somewhat mischievous. Emerald green eyes searched his face, trying to figure out his intentions, but for now it was unclear. He asked about the seafood she'd rustled up. Oh, it was good, her favourite type of cuisine, in fact. But it didn't mean he would like it. She remembered having to grow accustomed to the strange, watery flavors when she'd been taught to fish and dig up clams as a pup. "I happen to think it's the very best," she stated, licking her lips, "But I think it's an acquired taste, y'know, if you're not used to it. If you're curious... I guess I could let you try some." She would then tilt her head and quirk a brow, wondering why he'd come over here. Had he been alone for some time, as she had? It was hard to just pass someone by when you'd been traveling alone for weeks at a time. But maybe he was just hungry and wanted to give this salty, seawater food a try. |