My stomach growls as I lay at the mouth of my den. I find my lips twitching in irritation at the feeling. Typical prey has been quite...hard to come by. I do not like the fact that my belly seems to be going hungry more often for longer periods of time. It is not just me though. It is everyone in the pack who is feeling this hit. Being the top of the food chain has some downsides I suppose. I am but made for killing, but it only matters if there is something to kill.

I whip myself up, not willing to sit here and take it for too much longer. The desire to hunt is real and I will kill on this day. The winter has not been harsh at all. In fact, it has been quite warm in these parts. Finding prey is a bit of a pain on the land right now...but there seem to be some things dwelling in the sea. The sea is a thing most strange. There are creatures who can live without needing to fill their breath with that of air, instead they use water. It makes no sense to me but it is what it is. You take them on land and they die. You put us in water and we die. I guess they are fit for what they inhabit

But I am not going to let this stop me from getting something in my stomach. I march onto the beach on this early morning. The sun is rising in a plethora of colors along the sky. Clouds litter above in their orange and yellow hues. My own form seems to glow as my pristine white paws step onto the beach. My pink nose lowers to the wet sand as I get close to where the water hits lands. My light green eyes flecked with black notice tiny little coquina clams.

These small, colorful clams seem to get disturbed when the water rushes in, and then they quickly try to bury themselves back. I notice that there is a hard shell, but something soft seems to pop out when they turns themselves to dig back. I stand with my head low as I watch them, hundreds of them, do so with each wave it seems. My stomach growls. No other prey has been in sight. I do not even see any fish right now, not that they are easy to catch. I snort in irritation. This will be a frustrating task, but I will kill no matter how small.

I then wait for a wave to come, which splashes gently on my paws before going back. My eyes spot a coquina clam that seems to be on the larger side and I end up snapping up a few of them with some sand. I take the mouthful to a piece of nearby drift wood and spit out my find...where they cannot dig in the sand. I smirk as I plop onto my belly, and take the larger one in my mouth...although still the size of only an inch or less. I use my teeth to crack into it, which takes a moment, until I can carefully rip out the meat on the inside. I admit, it was a bit slimy and not very appealing, but it was edible...and in these times of no prey, I have nothing better to do that will fill my belly as of yet. There is a bit of sand in my mouth that I try to lick out, but I soon move onto the neck little clam to get at the...unsatisfying amount of meat. What a glorious land my brother rules over. Yeah right.