Oystercatcher Tide Pools rock lobster

@Hamartia

the coconut grove had become, more or less, his new home. he still wandered, but the need for a home base outweighed his scouting tendencies. it was good to have somewhere consistent to sleep, really. it added some normalcy to a life that had turned upside down quite quickly, and he was grateful for it.

during the day, though, he still explored. the exploring would never cease. plus, there wasn't much game within the grove, so wandering out was necessary to keep oneself fed. today's small voyage took him to the pools at low tide, where perhaps he could find a snack.

nothing was urgent. govinda meandered, sticking his snout here and there (and all the while, watching diligently for crabs--getting pinched on the nose wouldn't do). should anyone happen upon him here, they'd find him muzzle-deep in brackish water, searching for clams.