Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

While there was a wildness about the side of the island that faced the ocean, Thresher most often enjoyed her time on the Eastern side, where the sand was lovely and soft, and she could see the shore of the mainland and the lands beyone the horizon, where she knew her family dwelled. She knew every inlet and cape, though the restless ocean waters had, understandably, worn away at the island over the year during her absence and had sculpted it into a new masterpiece. She adored getting to know her island all over again. 

And when she spotted an unfamiliar figure on the shoreline, she wasn't bothered. He was accompanied by Huā, who she of course trusted. She still had yet to meet the majority of her packmates, so she felt no immediate alarm to see a stranger on the shorem though from what she could tell of their postures, this wasn't someone that Huā knew. Regardless of the fact that he was, in fact, not a packmate of hers- her default greeting was innately friendly so she approached with her tufted ears pricked, and her tail wriggling excitedly at her feathered hocks. She'd noticed, of course, that he seemed to be fairly preocccupied by the sand at his feet and looking down, as a wave pulled away, she thought she understood why. She moved to Huā's flank, and affectionately gave her leader a calm smile, before she looked back down at the sand, where the male had been gazing before. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed happily, when her realization hit her. "Is clams," She informed him, with a cheery nod. She gestured at the sand again, toward his feet, hoping he would notice- that when the waves pulled back, little holes would open up in the sand, which would emit small bubbles when the wave came back in. It was a sign that there, beneath a few layers of sand, a clam had buried itself. That was what she'd assumed he'd been staring at.