Stavanger Bay Crab cakes

I didnt even know she was going to be a hunter! Lol. But Kyr is too so just luck I guess.

 

Digging for prey in the sand was far different then tracking herds or chasing down rabbit, that was for sure. Your eyes were needed more so then your nose, looking for the shifting in the sands, the designs left in the dirt and the little holes spitting out water where they rest. 

One thing good about the beach was not worrying about being able to get to water food because of it freezing over. The beach waters were never tammed by the elements, even the cold and dead winters. 

Digging deeper, she began to scratch at the shell of a small crab. Its here that the salty winds carried the scent of a wolf near and Kyr's dark skull lifted to see another dark colored wolf in the distance, headed up the beach in her direction. 

Vallkyrie stopped her digging, alert and cautious of the stranger. Her paw swept over the crab which in turn burrowed further down. Now it looked like just a hole, nothing more. 'Any luck?' The woman had questioned. Last Kyr had attempted a hunting partner she had tried to swindle her. Vallkyrie wasnt in the mood for taking any more risks and so said, Not quite yet. Though I'm sure the receding tide will not fail us. She spoke with a slight smile to the mocha colored woman. Do you live near? Only curious, as it was hard to determine a scent of a pack upon her. Vallkyrie had passed many already, though none clicked with the woman before her yet. Maybe she was another wanderer, as herself?