Cerulean Cape the dog's half eaten buffalo ear

He had as much a need to chew as he had a need to eat and drink, and this need did not take long to be satisfied as he littered the damp sand in splinters and flakes tore free from the whole. One long strip became wedged between two molars as he chewed, and his face contorted in a series of near-comical expressions as his tongue worked doggedly to free it. Unsuccessful, his efforts to rid himself of the uncomfortable pressure between his teeth intensified. He pawed at his face, but though instinct had suggested to him to do so, his wizened mind quickly determined the futility and he lifted his head to contemplate another way. His tongue continued to probe and lick at the offending strip, and as if the answer could be read in his surroundings, he looked around.

He had been looking away, down the shore, when a bark caused his head to snap around, his gray eyes locking to a large white female. Her bark and her appearance was not cause for alarm, and he felt no lingering possessiveness over his mangled driftwood, so his tail waved slowly, inviting her closer. One end of the piece of stick caught in his molars jutted out from between his black lips.