Cerulean Cape O sea that beats when wild hearts beat no more

AW but tagging packmates @Steady @Mason @Krypton @Ezekiel @Niita y'all up for a hunt?

After traversing the mountain for a few days, Phocion needed a change of scenery. The famine was beginning to take its toll on his body; his usually slim figure had grown gaunt, his ribs clearly showing underneath his white pelt. He staggered down the mountain and began to trot toward the ocean. The sight of the sea waves and the smell of salt might do him a world of good.

He had not even more than a mouse or rat here and there; the majority of his kills, as he had promised Steady, had gone to Zaria and her four pups. He did not begrudge the alpha and her brood the food--they needed it much more than he did. Yet hunger pangs held his stomach in a vice-like grip, and it constantly grumbled, seeking nourishment. His dreams had been taken over by food, juicy meat, tearing into the bloody haunch of an elk or buffalo. He often woke up salivating.

It was slow progress getting to the coast, but he finally made it, gazing for a long while at the majestic gray-blue expanse before him. Above, gulls squawked at him and at each other, while they fought for morsels of fish on the beach. Out in the distance, he saw a humpback whale leap, its fat form hurling back into the water with a mighty splash. Clearly, the locusts had had no effect whatsoever on the ocean, Phocion thought, a bit sourly.

He began to watch the gulls and other assorted wildlife behind a bush, leaves just beginning to bloom again with the summer. Suddenly, he saw a pelican quite close, its beak thick with a fresh catch. Phocion's ears pricked; didn't it notice him, crouching a few feet away? Perhaps not. He lowered his pale body even farther to the ground. The pelican continued to stand, eyes fixed on something to the north. With muscles bunched, Phocion murmured a fleeting plea to God for good luck and pounced.

What happened next was chaos, absolute chaos. A small blizzard ensued, with the white blur of Phocion's pelt mixing with the pale feathers flying everywhere. The pelican squawked in alarm as the wolf landed atop his back, reaching back with his huge bill to nip at his attacker, who was only just barely larger than he was. "Damn you!" Phocion growled savagely as the tip of the beak connected with his left shoulder in a stinging pinch, and opened his jaws to seize the back of the bird's neck in his throat, severing the spinal cord with a powerful, prolonged bite. With a final sound, the pelican shuddered and dropped dead, beady eyes beginning to glaze over.

Phocion looked down at his kill in triumph. The creature weighed about twenty pounds; it was his biggest catch since arriving here in Teekon. While Zaria and the pups could still use much more meat than they were getting, at least this beat the rabbits and voles they had had to subsist on for weeks. Phocion smelled his own blood, and looked over his shoulder; there was a small laceration where the pelican had bit, just above his left leg. He licked the wound gingerly, the salty taste bitter on his tongue.