Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Another creeping step and another brought Mitanni close enough to see inside the tide pool before her, and her lips parted in a soft hum of curiosity. The water rippled, stilled, and beneath its surface she could make out odd but colorful plants, somehow gripping the bottom of the pool and swaying gently. Shells, broken and full, lay at the bottom, their patterns catching Mitanni's eye, but as one moved her attention became rapt.

It's alive? She'd never really spent much time along the coastline, and many of the shells that she'd noticed along her travels had only sat there looking pretty. But this one...it moved! Again her tongue swiped at her lips, and daring to step in closer she reached into the basin with one quick brown paw.

Scooping at the moving shell, the mottled wolf took a few tries but eventually pulled the shell--and whatever hid within it--up out of the tide pool, and she nosed and sniffed at it to investigate. Was there a way to get whatever lived inside of it? Could the shell even maybe be saved instead of being destroyed? She lifted her head, glancing about while wondering what the other tide pools might be hiding, but as her amber eyes zeroed in on another wolf, seemingly taller than her and lanky, Mitanni froze in place, stuck between fleeing and finishing her hungry investigation.