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Mason mistakenly took Hush’s quiet noises as a usual response – he wasn’t really thinking about the fact that he wasn’t speaking, as he hadn’t really given Hush a direct question to answer that couldn’t be answered with a nod. Luckily for Hush, Mason had a great inability to stay quiet, and he could certainly talk enough for the both of them. The Silvertip newly-grown adult spent a lot of his time with his sister, who rarely spoke to anyone else. She was a bit more verbal with Mason but she tended to allow him to ramble on whilst she stayed quiet. He was, therefore, quite content to do the same thing with Hush, which made them quite a good pair.

 

Mason heard the belly-grumble and he chortled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes” he said with a grin, and they set off together towards the rock pool. They reached it with little event, and Mason clambered up on top of a rough, flattish rock to gaze down into the pool of water. There was no ice on top – he wondered at this, because it was a still body unlike the sea. He let the phenomenon rest, unknowing of the qualities of salt.

“C’mon, look I see some fish!” They were miniscule. Barely bigger than his own teeth. They would be hard to catch. He also spotted an unusual-coloured ‘rock’ underneath the water. Intrigued, Mason reached a paw into the cold water and prodded the crab. Its legs uncurled and it danced angrily. Mason avoided the pincers which looked quite dangerous and tried to scoop it out of the water. The currents caused by his paw swished the crab in the direction of where he hoped his companion was now sat. “Get it!” He squealed excitedly. Perhaps there was some tasty meat beneath its tough shell.