Ankyra Sound No, I haven't had no dope, lift up the velvet rope

By now, Wylla was mostly at home in the strand, so wandering across the black beach in the dark felt safe enough. The occasional crab scuttled by underfoot, clicking claws at her in a threatening manner if she got too close, and sometimes a misstep would send her ankle down into a tide pool, but the bay's shape was familiar now. She could navigate even in the low light, though surely not as well as a wolf who hadn't spent the last year or so inland.

She stooped at the edge of a particularly deep pool, its surface inky and black from the sky's reflection, and breathed a subtle ripple over its face. Down in the depths there nestled an octopus. Not as well versed in what was appropriate fare and what wasn't as her brothers, the little huntress began to devise a plan to fish it up, and some twenty minutes later she had done just that.

It was a while before its long arms stopped squirming around. When they stilled enough to hold, Wylla bit into one and immediately regretted it as the still-active cup on its underside found a grip on her tongue and stuck there.

For @Chusi but anyone's welcome.