Oystercatcher Tide Pools of vagabonds and hermits

@Constantine - sorry it took a hot minute to get this up <3

The ashen predator had not allowed himself to grow accustomed to the coast and the way that it worked. He had spent his life traveling through densely covered forests and along the threatening edges of high cliffs. It was growing more difficult to keep himself sustained on the sea. He was not suited for such a life, and so he was forced to teach himself. If the inky-hooded female that he had befriended was able to live successfully off of the nutrients that the ocean was providing, surely Kierkegaard would be able to do just the same. He had survived direr times. He had seen hardships that he would wish on no other. Famine would not take him.
 
Lengthy ash-colored limbs moved slowly, skirting the outside of the pools of water. His golden eyes were trained on the oysters beneath the surface. A scowl was printed on his features as he inched further to the right, aiming himself over the mollusk. The water reeked of saline. Crinkling his nose, the ghostly brute hulked closer to the pool, fur rising cautiously along his neck and spine. If he could dart into the depths and emerge with the oyster, he would be able to pry it open and eat the meat from inside.
 
Heaving a huff of a sigh, the Sairensu male lunged forward and felt his skull soak in the salt water. Blowing air from his nostrils, the carnal wolf latched his fangs onto one of the shelled creatures and ripped it from its home triumphantly. Dropping the oyster at his paws, the pale wolf shook his head miserably.