Sequoia Coast spit and retrieve

Lmao @ your tagging attempts! Just a quick post because I probably won't be able to get on tomorrow. :)

He was back on the coast, but with his last two hunts on small game having failed, this time his priorities had shifted. He still maintained his watch for other wolves, but his nose was trained toward the scent of carrion, an easy meal that would not require he expend much energy to partake of it. He did not, however, pass by a shuffling crab. He scooped it up in his jaws, the sharp points of his teeth easily piercing its carapace to envelop his mouth in salty, delicious juice, before he worked the creature toward his powerful molars where it was crushed into a chunky pulp he could swallow.

It was not enough, and so he continued, his strong snout alternating between combing the sand for trails and the saline air flow. It was on a passing gust that he caught whiff of the seal, and also that of coyote. He quickened his pace, his gray eyes narrowing on the indistinct forms in the distance that, as he neared, became clearly the carrion he sought and the competing predator. Had it been another wolf, and a more sizeable seal, he may have considered sharing, but Taggarik, like many of his kind, was not often inclined to tolerate the smaller canine. Even less so when his stomach was pinched with hunger.

He bared his teeth at the coyote, aggressively marching up to the seal and placing a heavy paw on top of it. His fur along his nape and spine had risen with his threat as a baritone growl reverberated in his chest. This meager offering from the tides was his.