Totoka River krebs cycle

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So focused was she on her quarry that Starbuck did not notice the wolfdog until the crab was gone. Nose down, she followed it all the way from the bunchgrass to the foaming tide, where the water overcame and whisked the crab away. Starbuck did not follow it, for the water was cold and uninviting even in the summer and its salt felt uncomfortable on her skin. Instead she turned to seek more oddities, and in turning she found that she had been watched.

The wolf- wolfdog! she noted with delight- had fur like feathers, the inky black of a raven. She was a delicate but sturdy looking creature, odd but wonderful to behold. Starbuck could hardly contain her excitement, already feeling a kinship with this stranger for their nonstandard parentage. Eager but careful, for fear of giving the wrong impression, Starbuck trotted nearer. Hello! she said, tail whipping in barely-contained glee. And excuse me, but I must ask. Are you part dog? You are so very beautiful, but you do not look like most wolves I met.