Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
02-20-2016, 06:58 PM
It was pretty gross, but not out of the question entirely. Obviously, because otherwise he would've been out of here a long time ago. He'd done worse things in his life, though not for the purpose of getting a quick meal, but this temporary distraction was proving to be quite entertaining, even if a bit bizarre. Not something he'd come to regret, he was sure of that. "Uh, thanks," he said a bit warily, though he cracked the faintest smile at her enthusiasm. Steel would follow her instruction, moving one of his paws to grab the one she'd held for him, crushing its shell under his weight. He'd do one first, then finally move to crush the second. It seemed weird to just leave them sitting there, so he'd grasp one between his jaws, using his tongue to move the cracked shells aside to slurp down the meat and juice of the clam before dropping it back on the sand. The other one went down just as easily, and finally he eyed the small pile of crushed shells at his front paws. "It's not bad," Steel would admit with a slight nod. That was as good as it got for him, and even him saying it wasn't bad was quite a stretch for him. He did realize, though, that he was quite exhausted now. And full. "More snacks?" he asked, sounding a bit exasperated at the mere mention. "Am I too scrawny for you?" He let an air of playfulness creep into his voice, another smile creeping onto his lips momentarily. Two in just a few moments - that was probably a record for him. He wasn't particularly small; he was slightly taller than her, and though he was not gaunt from starvation, he certainly did not look well-fed. He was a rogue, and how he looked on the outside only further proved that point. He was pretty full, but she seemed insistent on getting some crabs before.. something. Before she left, before he left. He wasn't sure what happened after the next part of their hunt. "Alright," he said quietly as he trailed after her, away from the puddles of water toward the rockier part of the beach. He liked the crabs a lot more than the clams, so he wasn't at all opposed to eating a bit more.. despite the fact that he was full and he'd probably sleep for a full day after all these snacks. Unsure of where to look, he'd trail close by her, occasionally using his nose to push a small rock aside and look underneath for these elusive crabs. Finally he found one, wedged under a small rock, and once it saw the light of day it tried to wriggle free and burrow down into the sand. He'd move quickly to grab it, but not before it reached out to snag him with one of his claws, grasping onto his nose - he hadn't expected it and he let out a loud yelp of surprise, jerking away and sending it flying with one fierce jerk of his head to the side. "Shit," he grumbled, sighing outwardly. "Maybe I'm not so good at this after all." |
