Ankyra Sound that it has returned to dust

scarab spends at least twenty minutes fussing with his small menagerie of items, arranging and re-arranging the seaglass, feathers and pieces of salt bleached driftwood around the petrified sandpiper he'd brought home and guarded with the ferociousness of a dragon. he even went as far as to pee on his belongings in the hopes that none of his siblings ( while arguably the stars of his life ) would want to stick them in their mouths. ultimately, scarab comes to the conclusion that he will have to find a more private space for his growing collection for he isn't sure how much more strange things he can bring home before the suns of his life begin to question him or put their paws down and tell him 'no more'.

when he steps out of the rendezvous den they've been moved to he sets off with concise purpose. he sticks to the grotto figuring his things might be safer in the protection of the grotto than on the surface of the sound. he ventures deeper into the grotto fearlessly, confident that he won't get lost. there are plenty of scent trails going to and fro to reassure and reaffirm this ( youthful and naive ) assumption and thus scarab does not offer it a second thought as his search for a more suitable den for his possessions becomes his sole focus of his morning adventure.