coming up to the tidepools, the silver painted wolfess' stride comes to an abrupt stop. before her, tidepools; varying in size, her curiousity takes over. padding over to the smallest pool, her gaze peers inside-- she makes out what she can only assume to be an oyster before her investigating is suddenly and rudely ended by a seagull. the bird swoops down from overhead, nicking her muzzle with its beak before making off with the creature she was observing.
shaking her head, amatsu regains her composure as she tilts her head in the direction the avian had flown off in; they do, indeed, need to eat as well. although, it was off to her that said bird had not flown south as winter slowly crept in. shrugging it off, her tirade of the pools continued. she wondered how these creatures survived, in these small areas, until the tide comes back in to whisk them out in the open sea where they once reigned. the chrips and caws of white-winged seabirds continue to form a chorus in the area as the she-wolf dips her muzzle into each and every pool-- investigating the lifeforms in them as well as their minimal surroundings; occasionally shifting small pebbles inside them.
lucky for these animals, the tide would likely sweep them back home before the unfortunate reality of winter freezes the pools over; trapping them in an icy prison-- their deaths, although inevitable; should be spared from winter's fury.