Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

Nippaitok, satisfied enough with his patrol, returned to the source of a great commotion on the beach, and watched with mild interest as two of his family tussled in the foamy low-waves for sport. It seemed there would be no peace to be found this night. Not with the moon basking them all with its borrowed light; not when Ikkalrok's spirit tonight demanded the fierce touch of skin. It was rare he shared these moods, preferring a quiet, more mellow sort of existence himself— but when his packmates started to get loud, he could never find it in himself a will to ignore the call.

He had come to the damp sands now, standing just a toestretch away from the seawater that reached for him with laggard strokes. He waited until Ikkalrok was using most of weight and attention to harry the drenched Anuniaq, before leaping in to join the wolf's efforts in besting her.