Sequoia Coast so long, little chapel

Where was that old bag of bones? It didn't usually take him this long to arrive and quiet his turmoil. Suinnak was lazy enough to become bored with shouting, thus the abrupt end to his cacophonous bellows. The sound of the ocean was all the response he was garnered, which made the boy huff and groan. His steps were short and quick, although he had a penchant for waddling, and after striding a few feet he came to a halt. The boy slumped against the sand without another word, doing a damn good impression of a beached seal. Stupid old man, he moaned as he rolled, a great swell of belly jiggling as he took to his back. The silver of his belly looked less lustrous under the starlight, while his dark face and legs practically faded away entirely; the light caught in his eyes but didn't exactly brighten his expression.