Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

sandpiper had a ruse all crafted; when he got close, stuck his mug into the water, she was going to shove him as hard as her thin little frame could. and somehow, raptor foiled it without even trying. she watched incredulously as he plucked all manner of fauna and flora from the sparkling water -- rather than join him she stalked over to his clutch, rifling through it with a disinterested look painting her muzzle.

disinterested, until she saw what was in raptor's mouth.

it was dark, spiky, and oddly attracting. sandpiper pulled close, her gaze rapt on that thing in raptor's mouth. something about how dangerous it looked enticed her -- surely it was protecting some succulent meat underneath those fearsome quills?

"what is that?" she asked innocently, stopping a few inches from him as she stared at the prickly thing. she hoped he would drop the urchin on the ground to tell her -- and if he did, she would nimbly pluck it from the sand and take off at warp speed cackling down the beach.