Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

He would have focused on the round hooded woman had another not showed up. Another strange looking stranger! Wispy and built in an unusual fashion. Oleander wondered if he was dreaming all of this. Never before had he seen such things as he had in this very moment.

Then she said something that caught him off guard. Clams. What even?

A paw would raise and he'd lower his head to peer at the sand. Beneath him was a small hole that seemed to bubble. As if the sandy earth was not odd enough by itself!

No. Chirped with a soft shake of his head. Do you two live here? With these...clams and things? Owlish peridot eyes blinked as he looked back to them. Clearly confused and bewildered by it all.