The Sentinels And I can't be holding on to what you got

His muzzle swept down to greet his sister, not considering her late, nor chastising her on the matter. She was all he had left, and his eyes swept over her with fondness, regarding her as she made to converse with Renoir. Osprey drew his attention once more, and upon her instruction, the swarthy Mayfair gave a brief nod of his muzzle, loping along the shores near the waters, his own paw scraping along the tangle of seaweed to see if any prize remained inside.
 
Thus far, the yearling only found a crab shell, though his paw continued to swipe further along in hopes of surfacing something of more use.