Wheeling Gull Isle don't buy nestle products

One of the stranger things that the storm had tossed up happened to be... Well, he didn't really know what it was. An object that didn't belong in the Wilds at all, something foreign to the island-home for sure, and not typically found in the sea. The object was cylindrical and made him think of the branches that Moorhen was fixated upon, except that it was clear like a pool of fresh water. It wasn't as long as his forelimb but it came close. There was a tapered end, and that stuck out of the sand like a tooth, while the fatter side was buried. Sea water had somehow collected inside of the object, bringing with it some sand and a few small mollusk shells (the kind that usually leave holes in the wet sand around the tide's edge, sometimes squirting unsuspecting wolves that pass by).

Titmouse was, therefore, perplexed by it. He thought it was a curious find at first, and approached without any semblance of apprehension. His paws left wide tracks all around the plastic cone as he circled it, sniffed at it, huffed air through his nose and across the bottle's open mouth, only to startle himself when the sound made a deep, resonating dooot with the effort. His black ears perked up and forwards as he took on an alert expression; but when nothing else happened, he ventured in with a nose-dive and listened to the material CRONCH beneath his teeth. The sound of the thin plastic buckling (but not breaking! wow!) then popping back in to place was another anomaly.

The boy huffed and looked around, wondering if anyone else was seeing the strange thing, or if maybe the storm had knocked all the sense right out of him.