Sequoia Coast spit and retrieve

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And now more had he started to hone in on that bloated whatever the fuck it was when some lumbering dark mass seemed to emerge right out of the top of it. Only not really, it was more like the wolf had spied him out long before he had ever thought about him (or any other predator). Wherever it had come from, it may as well have materialized out of thin air for Rickshaw. It did not deter him immediately, though his approach was swift to slow and his body slunk to hover and glide seamlessly across the gritty beach.

Sure buddy, you just be possessive over that corpse. He thought it, but the words didn't come forward. He couldn't catcall at this guy, though the temptation was ever there to try anyway. Maybe he was into that sort of thing — the wolf, that was — and maybe it didn't matter if he was looking for a hole in one or just interested in putting a few balls around.

But nah, catcalling was totally out of the question here.

Rickshaw curtailed his advance a few feet out from the wolf and its so-called quarry, not hesitating as he dared to circle on around. He gazed past the dark-haired canine for only a moment, just a moment that told him that there was little less to glean from the sandy and grey shores ahead as far as food was concerned. At least, there was no more of this oversized sushi laid up on a sea glass and shale plate anyway. His steps slowed once again and he wondered whether or not the wolf would let him pass.

He was a scavenger, after all. He had no issues in waiting this one out.