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

Had she brought more back, he might have gorged himself to death. When the cracked crab was placed before him he greedily attempted to devour it. Teeth gnashing against the hard shell that hid the meat from him. Eventually he cracked it even further to the point where he could unmannerly slurp it from the shell. In that moment he did not know embarrassment, only the burning desire to sate his hunger. Although one crab would not fix his hunger it would certainly help.

But the small feast eventually came to an end and embarrassment did creep into his features. Ears slicked back as he looked over to her. Sorry. He hadn't even acknowledged her former words or said thank you before he had devoured the crustacean. Awkwardly he nosed the starfish she had brought back with her. What's this? He could not recall having seen one before or knowing the edibleness of it.