Oystercatcher Tide Pools what an entrance

She was silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at the seagulls crying overhead. ‘Oh, nothing,’ she said. Yeah right, nothing. There was obviously something.

’Just, it sounded like you were hurt. Can’t handle a few birds?’

Tuck’s face screwed up, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “Fuck you, lady,” he snapped at her. He was too cold and pissed off at the wind to care about making friends with anyone right now. And she’d just insulted him, which immediately made her an enemy. “You wanna go? Can’t reach the birds, but I can reach you. Put your money where your mouth is.” He took a step towards her, all aggression. Ears pushed forward, tail high, growling.