Oystercatcher Tide Pools until your bones are clean

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As the morning sun breaks over the crust of the earth as it ascends from the east the tide is shrinks back on itself as it laps eagerly at the shore. The tide pools that are exposed are a welcoming sight and the leviathan moves towards them with an insistent hunger in his steps. Sandpipers scurry away from him as he pads through the low tide, the surf rushing forth to erase away the paw-prints he leaves in his wake. The salty brine whips through his fur, a rough caress that he relishes in. He has followed the coast this far. He is struck by the desire to rest. A low rumble vibrates in the strong column of his throat as he descends upon a tangled mass of washed up seaweed, eyeing it greedily. He tears through it, tasting salt and fish as he pushes through it’s tangle with his nose, drawing back when he has reached it’s middle. Salt water coats his black, leathery nose and his salmon pink tongue draws across it to collect the salty droplet of water before it can fall to the dry sand underfoot.

Sometimes, there are delicacies to be found in the tangles of seaweed in Brittlebone Cove but this particular tangle does not present such a delicious prize for him and though Snapjaw is not necessarily hungry — his belly is still relatively full from the half moose carcass he had found and eaten from when he’d been further inland much earlier in the morning when Hati still reigned in the sky — he had hoped nevertheless. Still, the seaweed is a resource not to be wasted and Snapjaw promptly grasps the slippery knot of seaweed betwixt his jaws and carries it further along the beach, not yet sure whether he intends to eat it or dry it for medicinal purposes.

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