Stavanger Bay You ask me to enter

Osprey did not find anything useful, but luckily enough she was not that desparate to try sea-weeds either. One rather reckeless event in her early youth had taught her for life - never, ever eat sea-weeds. The massive bouts of diarrhea and genera illness were not worth an hour of full belly. 

She digged upon an unopened clam, which she picked up with her teeth carefully and walked a little distance away. There she put it down, sniffed it first, then pawed at it a little and after a bit of thought she took it again, manouvered it between her molars and cracked it open. 

"Bleh," she spat the thing out of her mouth, the moment it's rotten shit-smelling juices hit her tongue. "Urgh..." the she-wolf muttered, trying to get rid of the foul taste, while not noticing that there was a quiet audience to this small, unlucky ordeal.