Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

Thresher smiled, appeased that he would be content to stay where he was, perhaps because he knew she wasn't going far, and he could keep an eye her- and her on him- while she scavenged along the shoreline. As soon as she left him, she had to frown, though; the tide had come in much further than normal, which meant that it passed by the usual, large beach rocks where she could have easily found a crab hiding in a little tide pool. Now, though, she had to wade into the waves which at their highest came up to her chest, and at their lowest, ebbed down to her ankles. This was going to be more difficult than she'd imagined, but she knew she had to try. 

She skirted several large boulders, but saw no sign of anything. She scrabbled at the base of the rocks with her forepaws a few times, but saw no sign of anything which would normally be there- no starfish, no crabs, not even little hermit crabs. She wasn't pleased with this, but continued to search along the shore, visiting area which seemed to be favourite hiding places for crustaceans- but only when the tide wasn't this abnormally high. There was no turmoil in the waters- no rip tide or undertow, though she knew what to look for and avoid in those cases, but it was very odd for the water to have risen this high, when it had been normal only yesterday. 

Eventually, after muddling about, she was able to find one decently-sized starfish, which was easily enough plucked from the sandy beach below the water's surface and set on the shoreline while she continued her search, and a crab which was struggling to make its way along the sad with the waters as deep as they were. This fellow- unlike all the others, it seemed, had misjudged the tides. She carried it out of the water and over to where she'd placed the starfish, which had moved a grand total of four centimetres since she'd left it there. She hastily disposed of the crab's pincers, and cracked down on its main shell with her teeth to make it easier for her former packmate to pick apart before she brought the crab and then the starfish over to him. 

She hummed a slightly disappointed note. "Is not good. Tide is...very high," She said, casting her gaze out toward the ocean, as though to question it. "Very strange," She commented simply, feeling bad that she wasn't able to supply him with more food. "Can hunt again in low tide. Check tide pools," She offered optimistically, as she settled down beside him.