Cerulean Cape At The Edge

At first, he was disappointed, worried that his trick wouldn't even get a test run, let alone whether or not it would succeed. She was a complete newcomer to the ocean, too. She seemed so mature, he had assumed her to be more wordly than he was. And that was probably the case but maybe he wasn't as young and dumb for not knowing the ocean as he might have thought.

She changed his outlook just a moment later.

"Oh, really?!" he perked up and turned to follow her eagerly to the water's edge. He slowed as he grew closer, remembering his first experience with seawater and feeling a dry, itchiness in his coat just by looking at it. But this was important. He realized, a moment later, that he'd left his catch and he turned on his heel to retrieve it - "Hold on!". He stopped higher on the beach, quickly buried his catch under some sand (it wouldn't taste good, but he would live), and returned to her with haste.

"Okay, so...we dig?" he asked, watching as foam came and went. He began to paw at the wet sand, his feet already covered in it, and found it heavier than he expected. Shifting his weight, he began to dig in earnest, not entirely sure what he was looking for. The spider-like crab creatures, he assumed.