Oystercatcher Tide Pools bounty of the sea

Chip hadn't been doing much of anything the past few weeks. She'd been hunting for herself (as much as a lone wolf could), meandering along the coast, and mostly keeping to herself. She hadn't seen (or felt inclined to see) her casual fling since their second encounter. Maybe she was a feast or famine kinda gal. In any case, her paws led her to the tide pools today, where she hoped to romp around in the waves like a loon, as was her usual custom.

As she grew near, however, she spotted two other wolves already there, and Chip wondered how obnoxious she would be to them (or they to her). She decided to beat them at their own game. "Sup, kiddos!" she called out, cheery as could be, "Fine day for some fish, eh?" She'd gotten decent at catching fish and found that she preferred the taste to rabbit lately.