Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

she eyed bridget for a moment and then shook her head. "clams. dey burrow down into de san' and spit it up into little mounds." her paws scooped wet soil; she concentrated on that for a moment and then flicked a medium-sized shell onto the beach. 
wolves could crack their teeth on the unrelenting ages. it was better not to try to bite a clam open. instead she dug a small depression and lay the animal there. she lifted a nearby small-sized stone into her jaws, staggering a bit under the unexpected weight. this was not easy but she refused to show ineptitude.
she dropped the stone.
the shell cracked.
mireille nosed it toward bridget. "try it."