Wheeling Gull Isle The Bagman's Gambit

For any fellow Bonechewer!

It was curious how much one relied on instinct when prior experiance was partitioned off, deep in the annals of unaccessable memory. The wolf wondered if it would ever return, or if life would simply remain reset from the moment in which he now referred to affectionatly as his 'second birth from the womb of the sea'. Either way, the wolf didn't mind. He was alive, and this blessing was enough for him.  

Guided by vague feeling and strong instinct, the wolf remained on the western shore by the Tidal Flats.  The tide receded and left a bounty for an eager scavenger to claim. The wolf grinned and made his way to one of the tide pools and dug through the salty murk with an outstretched forepaw. 

Feeling the hard shell of a muscle, the wolf felt compelled by instinct to reach in to the water and grab it with his teeth. Maw dripping with frigid water, the wolf dropped the muscle at his forepaws and began to gnaw on it's thick shell in the hopes or reaching the sustenance inside.