Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
11-02-2015, 12:02 AM
She'd been in the east for almost an entire season, and she was glad to be coming south now that it was getting colder. The midnight she-wolf had hoped to visit the Weeping Woods, but since her last trek to the south, it had become occupied. She supposed one day she would go to find out who resided in her favourite territory, but for now she didn't mind checking out the rest of the south. And so it was that she found herself at the Sea's Plains, enjoying the salty air and cool breeze off the water. She was also fascinated by the wide-based trees that dotted the shore - she hadn't seen trees like that before, they looked quite sturdy and almost welcoming as a place to rest. But before any dozing, she needed to get a bite to eat. With winter coming, she needed to keep up her strength. She knew that the sea was plentiful, and she'd been shown how to seek out small prey that lived in the water and on the beach. She was even a good fisher, though she was more interested in the bounty hiding beneath the sand right now. Esarosa trotted down to the beach, careful to keep her paws away from the barnacle-ridden rocks. She came to a small, shallow pool, sloshing through partially dried out seaweed until she stood ankle-deep in the water. Tiny fish skittered away, and a baby crab nipped at her toes. She'd have to keep looking for something edible - a stream of bubbles rising from the pool's edge caught her attention. She stalked over to the bubbles, then started digging vigorously, water and sand splashing everywhere. Within seconds, she saw her prey, and her jaws shot forward to snatch up the clam. She tossed it away from the water and pounced on it, laying down on the sand with the clam between her claws. Tilting her head so she could get the shell between her molars, she bit down, cracking it open so she could pick away the pieces of shell and expose the flesh. She hungrily plucked the clam's body out from its shell and swallowed it quickly, licking her lips with satisfaction. I could definitely use a few more, she thought, her belly rumbling for more. A craggy, barnacle-infested rock nearby looked promising, so she crawled closer to it on her belly. Then with sudden haste, she'd push the rock over with her nose, revealing a fair-sized crab which tried to scuttle away. Her paw would come down on its back, and she picked it up in her teeth by the back end before smashing it on a rock. Immobilizing it, she picked it up again, no longer worried about its claws, and carried it across the beach to the base of a tree. When she dropped it, she noticed the scent of a wolf carried on the humid breeze. Was somebody else nearby? |
11-02-2015, 05:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2016, 11:04 PM by Steel.)
Note: set in Sea's Plain
What the hell was he supposed to do now? As far as Steel knew, he had three viable options. One - stay with Faria, as he had been for nearly a year. She was due to have Mithras's babies, a fact that displeased him more than he let on. Her attention was divided now, between him and Mithras and whoever else wandered through, and soon would be on her children. Still, he thought of her fondly and the thought of leaving her behind was upsetting. Two - return with Ara and Novel, if he would even be accepted back into their pack, though Ara had promised he would be. At least there he'd be around Psalm and Hymn, his nephews despite being nearly the same age as him, who he'd grown up alongside. Three - leave everyone and go off on his own. This was the least favorable option, but the other two had so many pros and cons he figured he ought to consider it, at the very least. His head spun was he splashed absently along the shoreline. The water lapped at the shore in waves, and he couldn't help but wish it might drag him back with each pull outward. How much easier his decision might be, if all of his choices were taken away from him - if one day he simply woke up, in an unfamiliar land, alone and unburdened. God, was he angsty; but hadn't he always been? A slight scowl painted his features as he splashed forward, without a care as to how much water soaked his pelt as he padded through the shallow water. His gaze focused on the turbulent surface of the sea as he trudged onward. It look him a long moment to catch the scent of another, and slowly his sharp crimson stare would scan his surroundings before he saw her. A woman stood at the shore, and it seemed like she was eating something? Steel's brows pulled together as he watched her, thinking back on the man he'd met when he'd first gone to the Southern continent with his parents, who'd been eating seafood too. Grumbling softly to himself, he'd move away from the water, further inland - shaking some of the moisture from his pelt as he approached the stranger. "That any good?" he'd ask as he eyed the food at her forepaws. |
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. |