Cerulean Cape I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

It wasn't long before the sea otter halted and came across a dark, ball of something washed up on the shore -- just a few feet ahead of her. "到底是什么??" the otter mumbled to herself, her vision squinting while cautiously sniffing the bundle of fur from a distance. A few seconds of blinking later and her sea glass gaze would widen upon realizing that this was not a what, it was who.

The young Jiang hesitated for a moment, fore limps skipping in place nervously before eventually running over to the dark ball fur. Why the hell wasn't he moving -- was he dead? "Oi! You! uhhh, get up!" she yipped frantically while common clumsily tangled her tongue. It looked like the boy was still breathing, so if there was a chance that Aimi would be able to help him, she'd take it.