Oystercatcher Tide Pools absolute misery

Morning. 24°F. Partly cloudy.

Jizaar was absolutely miserable and it was because he was freezing. He had never been so cold in his entire life. He didn’t even know it could get this cold. (Just wait until he discovers snow for the first time, oh boy). Walking along the hard-packed sand, far from the frigid waters of the ocean or the tide pools, he longed to be back home down the coast. He thought of the warmth and humidity of the jungle he’d grown up in, and the breezy coastal towns he’d traveled to since leaving home. How was he to know that the farther one traveled the coast, the colder it got?

He glanced at one of the tide pools, knowing from experience that there were goodies waiting inside to be fished out, but he didn’t want to get his paws wet. He shook his head. Not wanting to get his paws wet was something he never thought would happen. He’d practically grown up in water, either in rivers or the ocean. His mother had often called him part-fish. Regretfully, he couldn’t even fathom jumping into the ocean now. If it was this cold in the air, he didn’t want to know how much colder the water must be.