Ocean's Breath Plateau call of the wild

Kitimat was stalking a seagull.

Well, seagulls, plural.

Well, actually, sanderlings, but it wasn't as if the boy knew the difference.

They were gathered in a flock, pecking away at the various critters that washed up on the beach. When the waves came in, they'd scatter together, running to avoid the surf. They continued this zig-zag pattern, coming closer and closer to the young wolf in the tall grass.

He hunkered down further, trying to keep his tail still despite the thrill of the hunt. 

Just a few paces more. . .