Far to the north, in the Ice Bay of Forochel, Odob the walrus stalked the frigid waters in search of clams. His dim walrus memory still could recall the huge prize that had been unfairly taken from him months earlier.

Something glittered blue and green in the corner of his blood-shot eye and Odob quickly swam towards it, his walrus bulk gliding with a grace that could hardly be guessed by his appearance on land.

It was indeed another large, heavy clam; a clam beyond all imagining; the clam of all clams. Summoning all of his strength and determination, Odob began to force it towards the shore.