The small creature struggled beneath the weight of my paw, and my head tilted slightly to look into its little face. Brows rose in amusement, did this tiny turtle really think it stood any chance of escaping me? I am wolf - and wolf is the top of the food chain in this world. One of the last clutches to hatch along the shores of Glorall, this squirming little sea turtle really didn't stand a chance even if it did manage to make it to the big water. So honestly, I was doing it a favor. Still, those little flippers kept digging at the sand, trying to pull away from me and continue on its way. Nearby a seagull was plucking out the innards of one of its siblings. A chuckle left my lips.
I lifted my paw and gestured at the bird, and without delay the little turtle scurried away from me. Piercingly pale blue eyes looked down where the turtle had been only a moment before, then flashed up to see it hastily retreating towards the water. Standing up, I shook the sand from my fur and pursued, my tail waving out behind me.
Little rivulets of sand began to build up behind each flipper as the hatchling continued to try to struggle its way closer to the water. Well, I had to give the little thing credit for not giving up, even if it was totally futile. A particularly strong wave sent the foaming water further up the beach, lapping over the turtle's head. Its first and last taste of the salty waters that it might have made it to if it had only hatched during the summer months when it was damn well supposed to.
God damn it, not even a year old and already proving I am one hell of a stand up guy.