------The bay was one of his favourite places to go, mostly because it was essentially an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. There was always more than just the fish that swam about in the shallows. His trained eye could easily detect air holes in the sand, made by shellfish for the sake of breathing. A bit of digging could unearth what seemed to be an infinite amount of the molluscs, which could be smashed then eaten. Exposed clams could be left and watched from a distance--with a bit of luck and quick reflexes, he could occasionally manage to catch a gull. Today, he would get a better fill than he could have even imagined.
------His visit had begun fairly routine... spot a hole, dig for a brief while in the soft sand, find a clam or mussel, crack it open with his powerful teeth, then slurp down the soft-bodied animal inside. Naturally, a wolf could sustain itself on clams about as well as it could on field mice--you needed a lot, or they were simply snacks while waiting for something more filling to come along. And come along something did. His ears pricked forward as he caught the sound of a raft of otters not far off. Crouching low, he made his way to the water's edge. The waves lapped at his feet, and the cold water stung, but he paid it no heed. Instead, his red eyes focused on the dozen or so of sea mammals up ahead. He had already managed to cut them off from a direct path to the water.
------Licking his lips hungrily, he singled out one of the mid size females that stood off to the side. He knew that they could become quite rowdy in groups--it would be best to separate her from the rest. As he began to move quickly forward on all fours, he began to grow in size, figuring his half-shifted form would be best for this endeavour. One of them noticed him coming and sounded a warning call. And then, all hell broke loose as the otters turned to face him, barking and preparing for defence. He barrelled along, and once close, raised a large paw and smacked his target roughly, sending her somersaulting through the air. The others panicked and chased after him, trying to nip at his heels. Still on all fours, he continued to sprint. Leaping into the air, he caught the forty pound animal around its midriff and bit down--hard. Sprinting away now, the others realised that saving their group member was a lost cause and scattered, running for the water, where they turned to bark angrily at him. Ignoring them, he gave the otter a vicious shake then spat her out. It was time to feast.
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