Frosted gold eyes had been more focused on the sky than the scenery of the cove. Restlessness had urged him to explore a bit more if this place he had been plopped in, the sight of birds circling in the distance had given him a destination.
Spidery limbs carried him in the birds' direction. He moved with little consideration of stealth for there was no need to stalk. Either something dead, dying, or as good as was waiting him beneath the ominous avian cloud.
Soil became sandy underfoot. His jowls wettened in anticipation of what he may find. He wondered if it was something big, like a beached shark or tuna. God, he would bite faces for tuna. It wasn't always just birds loitering around carcasses.
A startled voice had him abruptly stop in his tracks. Sand sputtered out in front of his skidding paws.
“Huh?”
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