Cerulean Cape the dog's half eaten buffalo ear

@Tuulikki

He did not know if any he had invited would come to the mountains, but he knew that not enough invites had been offered to content him, so his heavy paws drifted from the uneven terrain of the ridge to the flat expanse of the shoreline. Here he could see far, and here he knew was often a banquet of easily accessed food, something to attract the stragglers and loners, the sorts he wished to draw to himself in a mutual bid for survival.

His paws left obscure dents in the sand as he wandered down the edge of the river, his teeth reaching forward to snag a worn limb of driftwood as he coasted by it where fresh water and salt water embraced. He absently toyed with this stick, his tongue running about the sea-rounded edges, tasting the minerals and salts collected on it before the sharp points of his teeth indented and scored the smooth surfaces. Soon, the stick was dropped into the sand and pinned with a possessive foot, his incisors and canines now tearing strips and chunks free of it.