Oystercatcher Tide Pools Fine Dining

"And here I thought I was just bad at making friends."

Dash chuckled at that, although from the looks of her legs she really wasn't kidding. "You know, I think there still might be some supplies over on the Plateau..." he let his gaze drift often his shoulder to the Plateau across the plains. "I could probably get you patched up.." he offered, turning back to Selena. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw that she was about to bite down on the oyster. 

"Oh, fucking-- don't bite down on that! Unless you're trying to cut your mouth open on that shell. And I can't patch that shit up." 

Dash gestured to the flat, rocky edge of the pool. "Just set it down there, easy does it..." He used his muzzle to roll a chunk of rock over to the oyster, which he would settle directly on top of the creature if Selena decided to listen to him and spit it out. 

"Give that a good press," he would instruct her, "Maybe a few bounces for good measure.." Once they heard the shell crunch, they would know it was time to lift the rock.