Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

Like her packmate, Thresher was delighted to see surprise on the male's face. She giggled softly, and nodded. The island offered a host of advantages to the wolves who lived there- many different forms of food, which could be found by scavenging and hunting at the beach and at tide pools, so she did not have to fear injury or strain caused by hunting larger prey such as bison or elk. Thresher's diet, on the island, consisted mainly of food she found at the sea's edge. So when he expressed his interest in island life, she decided to show him a little bit of what it was about. 

"Watch," She beckoned, as she found a hole that had sent up a couple bubbles during the last wave. She approached it gingerly, knowing that if she stepped too heavily on the ground near the tiny hole, it would squirt water up at her as a defense mechanism. She paused a moment, and then began to dig furiously, kicking back cakes of wet sand as soon as the wave began to pull back. She knew she only had until the wave returned to dig up the clam- and as the water rushed back toward her, she stuck her head in the hastily dug hole in the ground just as it filled up with sea water. She'd grabbed the clam with relative ease- but waited just for a moment, to add a bit of suspense. After all, they hadn't likely expected her to stick her head in a hole, just in time to have the water rush into it, and past her ankles. 

With a swift movement, she pulled her head out of the water, sending a spray of water droplets back over her haunches dramatically- and smiled, brandishing a long, slim razor clam shell in her mouth. She padded back over to the others, and set the clam down on the sand- making sure that neither of its ends pointed toward the other wolves. Perturbed, the peculiar creature stuck out a jelly-like appendage, and began to burrow its way back into the sand- shooting a stream of water and sand out its backside as it did so.