Oystercatcher Tide Pools Book of nature

Come to think of it... Wraen did not exactly remember, how the wolf, who she had met on the shores, had opened the clam. There had been some quick and fluid motion and - voila! - the two halves had been pushed apart and she had had a glimpse of pale grey flesh inside. 

"Good job," she praised Chanel for her find as well, then turned her focus back at the clam before her. She poked it with her paw, then picked it gingerly with her incisors and threw it down again. "That's the tricky part now - I don't recall, how that wolf did it," she shrugged and smiled. "I could try to chew it open?" she mused out loud, fixed the clam between her forepaws, leaned down and gave an experimental bite to the shell. 

"Feels like chewing a rock," Wraen told, wincing. "Do you have any suggestions?"