Oystercatcher Tide Pools what an entrance

oh, was he snappy -- the crone's eyes lit up in delight to hear such challenge in his voice. despite her age (five - was five so old?) she could be feisty herself -- and delighted in the chance to misbehave when it suited her.

which -- let's be real -- was most of the time.

he sized her up the same as she had done to him, and once she thought he had his fill of studying, she lifted her muzzle skywards, watching the frenetic flight patterns of the angular-winged birds above them. "oh, nothing. just, it sounded like you were hurt. cant handle a few birds?" her gaze flashed with sleeping mischievousness - could he keep up?