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A wave of anger crashed over the youth as the last of the seagulls disappeared into the sky, most likely startled but unharmed. He stared after them with a scowl for a few minutes before kicking the sand with a paw and then took to pacing back and forth along the shore, the tip of his tail twitching in frustration. It was perhaps an irrational response to one failed attack but, his prey being seagulls, Atreyu knew he really only had had one chance at them — and he had just blown it.

Having his right ear to the ocean side, the calls of a fellow pack mate fell upon his one deaf ear. Looking as if he was ignoring her, the boy continued on with his head down, walking past where she had moved to along the grassy edge.