10-12-2010, 09:40 AM
The salty waves crashed around her, stinging the lacerations on her tough paws. But the she wolf ignored it, keeping her eyes only on her quarry.
A crab was scuttling along the rock pools, a large one too, the ones she'd caught at home were tiny, but this one! It's claws were bigger than her paw.
Cowslip had to be careful when following it, the rocks around the coast were sharp and jagged, and the waves powerful, capable of sweeping a wolf out to sea. She'd already cut up the skin on her paws, Cowslip didn't want anymore scrapes. She held her tail high for balance as she wobbled along.
The large crab was moving further inland, and Cowslip carefully meandered along with it, mindful of where she stepped, one of her littermates had perished from a fall when she was young.
But Cowslip wanted to provide her fellow pack members with some food, she'd only met one of them, well two, counting the bird. The wolf she had met had been grey, with mowhawked fur.
Cowslip hoped she'd soon meet some other people, but back to the task.
Thankfully, the crab had crawled up the sandy beach, probably looking for something dead to eat, and her strategy was to get her muzzle underneath the crab and flip the skittery thing, hopefully dodging it's strong claws.
A crab was scuttling along the rock pools, a large one too, the ones she'd caught at home were tiny, but this one! It's claws were bigger than her paw.
Cowslip had to be careful when following it, the rocks around the coast were sharp and jagged, and the waves powerful, capable of sweeping a wolf out to sea. She'd already cut up the skin on her paws, Cowslip didn't want anymore scrapes. She held her tail high for balance as she wobbled along.
The large crab was moving further inland, and Cowslip carefully meandered along with it, mindful of where she stepped, one of her littermates had perished from a fall when she was young.
But Cowslip wanted to provide her fellow pack members with some food, she'd only met one of them, well two, counting the bird. The wolf she had met had been grey, with mowhawked fur.
Cowslip hoped she'd soon meet some other people, but back to the task.
Thankfully, the crab had crawled up the sandy beach, probably looking for something dead to eat, and her strategy was to get her muzzle underneath the crab and flip the skittery thing, hopefully dodging it's strong claws.