Gilded Bay we’ll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

Diaval was relieved when the male relented and dove his face into the pool instead of him. It came with a heavy, thick dose of guilt, however, They swirled together until he felt almost dizzy with confliction. But he was hungry and he was lonely...

Though what was dropped before him did not look like food.

He stared at it, confusion shifting the color of his mood once again. Distraction worked well to soothe him and he let it, if only for a moment. 

The other wolf slid to his belly and, somehow, Diaval felt further pacified. He did not recline with him, still too tightly wound to sink onto the earth. His head lowered and sniffed at what looked like a rock with mild fascination. It smelled like salt and meat, though a bit weird. He had expected nothing, yet the aroma was actually compelling. 

"Open the shell..." he muttered to himself, opening his jaws and closing his teeth around them. He bit down, feeling grit, and the rocks fell apart, breaking into separate mussels, apart from their cluster. He dropped them immediately and frowned, glancing at his companion. "Just...bite them?"