Oystercatcher Tide Pools until your bones are clean

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In the end, Snapjaw nibbles little bites of the seaweed, chewing it until it is little more than salty mush in his mouth before he swallows. He does not particularly have need of it’s medicinal properties but seaweed is, in and of itself, a delicacy in Brittlebone Cove and he cannot help but give into the temptation as is seizes him. He tells himself he will save the rest, tuck it somewhere so it can dry and pay frequent visits to ensure it isn’t stolen by scavangers. It almost sounds like too much work when he does not intend to linger in a single territory for too long. These Wilds appear to be quite vast and he is as fickle as the sea. He has no reason to commit himself to any one place, yet, and so he deigns to let the tide take him where it will.

The stench of blood and fish overwhelms him and though his nose is once more buried in the seaweed knot as he tears another strip apart he knows that particular scent does not come from his prize. Sea green gaze searches the expanse of beach as he chews. His ears cup forth atop his skull, alert. It is then he sees her: a bear-like woman, heavyset but sturdy looking. He ducks his head down — not because he is hiding but because he seeks to study her without being seen by her. It is as if Snapjaw forgets that he is not actually of the sea and cannot meld into the sand and sea foam left from the apex of high tide later in the night.

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