Oystercatcher Tide Pools of vagabonds and hermits

The other did not begrudge his company, and so the male closed the gap between them, albeit with careful intention. His gaze found itself studying the shellfish the man had emerged with, a light frown now furrowing upon his features before the question cupped his ears forward. He gave a gentle shake of his broad muzzle, his shoulders lifting in a gentle shrug. "I am new to the sea," he offered then, for his own birth had taken place upon the Plateau, along the outskirts of the mountain. There were times he still longed for it.
 
"But the seagulls will take their hoard from the waters and drop them on to the rocks below." With that, the dark wolf cast his eyes about, looking for fuller heights with which his pale companion could mirror the actions of the sea birds.