Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

Louis had had a similar idea. He'd followed the coastline north, until cooler winds prevailed, and reluctantly parted with a view of the sea in order to find more familiar prey. Crabs were tasty, but not all the time, and his nose and tongue couldn't abide much more pinching. Seagulls didn't taste particularly good, either.

Turning his nose into a fresh breeze, Louis' ears pricked with curiosity at the scent of - not a deer, but a wolf. Maybe several. Having had little reason to doubt the friendliness of strangers in these parts, he made a careful, but not particularly stealthy lope toward them. And let out a low bark, to avoid surprising anyone in the brush. Hopefully.