Wheeling Gull Isle left his mark

AW, tagged if you have time for a thread!

The children remained with Maegi while their father roamed the beach. He had not seen anything of great value wash upon the shore but could not pull himself away. The tide came in, the tide went out.

Hours were spent traipsing across the exposed stone or pawing through the fine wet gravel, the soggy green masses left behind. Shell-shrapnel. Mou paused long enough to watch a heron soar over the white caps of the waves, casting a prehistoric silhouette that he followed with his one eye until he lost sight of it.

With his head bowed Mou investigated a few depressions in the sand. He nosed some larger pieces of stone around and watched at tiny crabs scurried for new shelter.

When the wind changed direction the strong ocean smell was drawn away from him and instead he found the warm aroma of @Aiolos; but when Mou looked up and around, he could not discern where the man was.