Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

His question made her pause her meal. Tahoe was appreciative of her reply, it was quite helpful.

Shallow water. Gotcha, He repeated, half to himself, attention focusing back to the pool which lay before him. An ear flicked back as he listened to the sounds of the woman, who had resumed her munching. Continuing, Tahoe took her advice and waded in with caution, head poised attentively above the water's surface as he searched for the outline of a crab. He searched the water with care, fully investigating the water body before coming to the conclusion that it harbored no more sizable lifeforms. As a last ditch effort, he used a forepaw to kick up some sand from the puddle-floor. The technique happened to work, spooking a small, blackish creature from the shallow depths. It scuttled out from the water and scurried away on the beach. Was that another crab? Even so, it was too small to be worth eating. Nonetheless, it was a step in the right direction. McBride observed the animal flee, then strode out of the puddle and returned to the stranger. A storm would be real useful right now.

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