Oystercatcher Tide Pools Sits on his Picassso

It was not by instinct but by mere practice that Tide was able to track her movements to near pinpoint accuracy. With a dampened swallow, his ears were trained directly on the minute scrapes and snags her pads made as they travelled rather noisily across the sand. Oh, there is plenty to sing about!" He quipped, his mood immediately picking up as she spoke upon a subject he was rather familiar with. "The ocean, the cries and laps of the waves. Even the sands themselves can be expressed upon in melody!" His thoughts were plain and innocent, like a small pup that does not know much of the world around them and so did not pick up on any traces of danger that the strange woman could be conveying.

"But I do not have to continue," he chirped, his tail quivering in solemn honesty. "I can offer you company and tunes to pleasure your mind if you could provide me with protection and food. Carcasses and crabs become sour after many daywalks of eating."