Cerulean Cape At The Edge

Nothing. Normally, the Tundrian was an adept hunter. But, since she had never stepped foot onto the coast until now, she was at bit of a loss as to where to start. Lifting her head up, the gentle breeze tussling her fur, she scanned the shoreline and took inventory of her options.

Gulls, gulls and more gulls. Her brows pinched thoughtfully. Birds could be tricky. They were often on high alert, taking flight when spooked. You had to get close to nab one of them. Dismissing them as a target for now, she padded down to the waters edge. The iciness of it lapping at her paws was no deterrent. She was largely familiar with the cold.

A glimmer of a sandy white shell caught her eye. Possibly housing a clam or a mollusk. Now those, she had encountered before. Only of the freshwater variety. She pawed at it, paying no mind to the grit and water swirling around her paw and toes. Grasping at it with surprising dexterity, she drug it forth out of the water. Out of her peripheral vision then, she caught sight of another wolf. She glanced up, curiously, noting the carcass of the seagull that was his prize. She didn't move, but did offer an amicable wave of her tail.