Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Warm afternoon light slanted across the bay, turning the pale sands gold beneath Mitanni's paws. She'd come a long way today, and though her body was ready for rest her stomach was not. Within her belly, it grumbled, complaining at its empty state, and driven by hunger the mottled brown wolf traipsed further from the open shoreline and closer to the tide pools.

Her dark amber eyes glittered as they alighted on the pools of seawater, ears perking with interest as her tongue swiped at her lips. Mitanni was no fisher by any means--nor was she very familiar with catching and eating crustaceans--but the little movement she could see of the creatures that lived beneath the water's surface intrigued her. Maybe here in these shallow basins she could find an easy meal?

Cautiously, as if afraid her quarry might disappear somehow in its watery containment, the little wolf crept closer, even going so far as to sink into a stalking crouch as she approached the nearest of the tide pools and peered down her nose to see what was there.