Wheeling Gull Isle luson

It was hard to tell the shells from the other rocks on the seabed.

How do you know which ones are edible? she asked Heda, when the other wolf had submerged with her catch. She stared at said catch, mouth watering slightly, thinking about the meat within.

Fish seemed easy enough—just catch the wriggling ones. But these didn't move.

It was a different game altogether.