Oystercatcher Tide Pools Fine Dining

Her tone had a questioning air about it, so Dash took that as an invitation to move closer and investigate. What exactly had she found in the pool... an oyster, perhaps? 

He dipped a paw into the pool and pulled out an oyster-- a pretty large one too, this girl had a good eye! "Is this what you mean?" he asked, settling the oyster onto the rocky ledge of the pool. It's gray, craggy shell blended nearly seamlessly with the surrounding rocks. He was impressed she had managed to find it. 

She was full of questions, wasn't she? The girl began her onslaught of questions about the oyster, and Dash waved his tail in a good-natured fashion, waiting for her to fall silent. 

..Which she never did, really. The questions kept coming. So he altered his approach, answering the questions as rapidly as she was asking them. Finally, someone who could keep up with his speed!

"What's your name?" 

"Dash."

"Are you hungry?"

"Always."

"Maybe we can hunt together?"

"Doubt it." His face fell. He hated to disappoint her. "There's a sickness spreading through the herd animals inland," he explained, since the girl had finally made room for him to speak. "There are hardly any deer left. It's making the lone wolves touchier than usual, you might have noticed..." Dash couldn't help but make note of the fresh wounds that littered the yearling's body.