Oystercatcher Tide Pools do the journey, who are you?

 

While the critters wiggles and played till the ocean took them back, she watched the specks that was drawn with them. Abandoned homes, from the clams and the critters, all who left their cozy places for a new, and bigger one to call their own. A paw lifted, and slowly did it drift down onto a single shell, but broken and destroyed it was. Perhaps a creature who once was in it, struggled to get out, or the waters itself had it ruined. But Miriam flipped it, showing the beauty of the underside of a shell. A scallop, perhaps, or simply another mussel. She was not aware of what creatures lurked with this brownish red shell.

Fascinating, she thought.