Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

Confusion and wonder shone in the male's vitreous eyes as the clam laboriously dredged its way back into the sand, piping out the saline water as it did so until it left behind nothing but another small, dark hole in the ground, bubbling as it continued to burrow its way deeper and deeper. Thresher, like Huā, took a good deal of amusement in his reaction, though she did pity him some. He did seem a bit disgusted by the creature- and she had to admit that the fleshy, tongue-like appendage it used to dig was a bit repulsive. Regardless- the creature was out of sight, and hopefully out of mind, and their visitor hadn't run away screaming yet. 

He seemed to be alarmed by their home, though, and she glanced over her shoulder beyond where the long, whispy beach grasses writhed in the wind and into the darkness of the wooded interior of the island. She saw nothing that looked remarkable, in her opinion- but then again, this was her homeland. She had stood in awe of the massive cedars that grew on the mainland, and had hardly believed them real, as well. She was familiar with ridges and clearings, but the mountains and valleys across the straight had made her gawk, as well- so she could understand what he was feeling. 

"Is real," She said, with a friendly nod. "Is peaceful," She added, to calm him so that he didn't start believing that everything on the island was a strange and alien as the razor clam she'd shown him.