It didn't seem as if there was anything of value here. He included Caiaphas in that, but didn't speak of it - only smirked to himself as she took off across the sand. There were trees, there were birds, but from his lazy perusal of the water's edge Atlas couldn't see any interesting trinkets to bring back with them. This trip was probably a futile one.
The piercing call of a gull made him lift his head, curious. But it was just the average seabird. A few of them coasted above the two wolves as if to inspect them, to watch for anything of interest or value, but they too were disappointed. Sorry, bird-brains, Atlas thought with a pause to his step, There's really nothing here worth looking at.
And he was about to mention this to Caiaphas, but when he turned to regard her, she had vanished. A trail of depressed sand led away from Atlas' position in down towards the channel, so he set about following it. The boy let out a disgruntled huff as he walked - thoroughly bored, but also chilled by the wind upon his damp coat. How long as this going to take?