Stavanger Bay Crab cakes

Katya spoke, revealing she was born a field wolf where the lands were flat, open and to her, boring. Kyr could understand, for although it was nice to get a good run in an open, lush meadow or plain, especially while in the hunt, it was not as fun to dig in and explore like a forestry or beach side, or hell, even the crages and caverns amongst the mountains. Vallkyrie couldnt imagine calling home to some place so exposed. 

Vallkyrie would wrinkle her black muzzle and stick out her tongue in the same manner as Katya had, a sign of her agreement and chuckled. With the woman stating she was going to step back and let Vallkyrie do her thing while she observed, Vallkyrie felt more at ease. If she kept settled off to the side, Kyr was confident she could dash out of here if needed should this woman try to scam her. Thinking back to @Belherra, Kyr snickered once more and began padding towards the shallows of the bay. 

I wouldn't ever suggest fishing on an open beach and taking on the waves. It can be quite dangerous and hard to capture food without a mouth of water and sand, not to mention getting knocked over by the waves. But coves and inlets like this, the tides are more gentle where they've broken up by the land around them. Easier to wade in the shores for something decent. She called out in explanation to the woman as she splashed through the shallows of the beach.

Coming to an area in the waters where some rocky formations and sea grass lie, she slowed her pace and stood there in the waters, head low, frozen. She seemed like a status for the longest time. The area of cover from the rock and kelp provided comfort to the fish who lived here. After some time, the shadow of Vallkyrie was but another rock to the fish, a place to hide. 

In an instant then, Vallkyrie lunges downward, plunging her front half into the water and then up, revealing a short, round and plump slivered fish from her jaws.